Jing Lai stacked the food box in his hand on top of the one in Fu Changqin's arms, "Don't mix them up, make sure the Second Miss gets the hot one."
As for the cold ones, they could be given to others.
Fu Changqin understood the implication behind Jing Lai's words, and instantly felt a chill in his heart.
What, did the rest of their family look like a garbage bin to Xiao Chengyu?
However, Fu Changqin didn't have a chance to complain, as Jing Lai pushed him onto the carriage, urging him to hurry, "Hurry up and go!"
The coachman drove the carriage away, and Jing Lai didn't even spare Lin Qingqing a glance before returning to the mansion.
Lin Qingqing was trembling with anger and was about to leave when suddenly a luxurious carriage of Marquis Zhao's mansion slowly came to a stop.
The old lady who stepped down from the carriage indeed had an unfamiliar face.
Lin Qingqing had never seen her in the capital before.
