Jiang Yixia poured them two glasses of water. Huang Minghao's mother smiled as she took her glass, remarking with envy, "Oh my, I never expected Miss Jiang to be so beautiful. You must be under thirty, right?"
"I'm already thirty-seven," Jiang Yixia replied.
Huang Minghao's mother immediately gushed, "Good heavens, you take such amazing care of yourself! I never would have guessed. If we stood next to each other, people would think I was your mother."
Jiang Yixia felt a little awkward hearing this.
'She couldn't tell if she was being complimented or teased.'
After a few perfunctory pleasantries, Huang Minghao's father finally got to their true purpose. "Miss Jiang, the truth is, besides the flower arrangement contract, there's another matter we were hoping you could help us with."
"Tell me about it, but I can't promise I'll be able to help." Just as she'd suspected, Jiang Yixia knew their visit wasn't really about flowers.
