But there was also a hint of sarcasm in her smile.
The old butler followed her, glanced at Gu Qing, and whispered, "Miss Gu is a 'smart' person."
"I've seen plenty of people who think they're clever. You've been with me for decades, haven't you seen such people?" Old Madam Fu pretended to be angry.
The old butler laughed, "Yes, I've seen them. But there are always young people who like to be 'smart.' You and I are old now, yet some people are still young."
For example, the girl standing in front of them now was one of those young people with a 'fighting spirit.'
"It's a good thing for young people to strive."
"Striving with values more distorted than features is not as good as being down-to-earth."
After a few words, Old Madam Fu became even angrier, looking coldly at Gu Qing, as if her gaze could pierce through flesh to see the soul.
"What do you want?"
