Fang Yumei had been fawning over Nangong Meng recently, and it was not easy for her to get a chance to appear in front of Nangong Mo. How could she bear to give up?
She said sweetly, "I'm Miss Meng's English teacher. Ever since she transferred from the capital to Qingcheng, I've been taking care of her like my own daughter..."
Nangong Mo cast her a cold glance.
Fang Yumei realized she had misspoken. How could she compare herself to Miss Meng's mother?
"No, no, I've always served her as if she was the daughter of my master..."
Only then did Nangong Mo flick the ash into her hand again, "Since you're good at serving, there's a shortage of servants in the hospital for her now."
Fang Yumei wished she could bite off her tongue and swallow it back.
She mentioned Nangong Meng to get closer, to gain favor in front of the Fourth Young Master. She didn't want to be sent to be Nangong Meng's servant!
