In her past life, Qin Yuan had also socialized with these two women after returning to the capital with Lin Ziqi. At that time, they were already in their thirties. Although they loved to talk about mundane matters, they didn't wear everything on their faces as they do now.
Qin Yuan found it both amusing and puzzling. Just as she was about to say something, she noticed a maid in a pink blouse entering in a hurry, bearing a tray with a teapot and teacups, and nervously apologizing.
"Ladies, my apologies for bringing the tea late."
"It's no problem, there are many guests at your home today, it's understandable," someone responded.
Qin Yuan didn't speak, only raised her eyebrows slightly.
Logically, someone should be waiting nearby to serve, with tea regularly placed on the stone table and replaced as needed. Now it was peculiar for a maid to rush over with tea.
Moreover, the maid's attire was slightly different from the maids they encountered along the way.
