Li Qiao swallowed and a look of surprise was hidden in her eyes.
This Princess Margaret was dressed in a haute couture gown paired with a black women's suit, and her sitting posture was the very embodiment of the etiquette of ladies of prestigious families.
As long as she did not speak, she was the distinguished Princess Margaret.
But once she began to talk, she instantly fell from grace and became little Li from the village...
Indeed, her inside was very different from her outside.
Xi Luo led Li Qiao to their seats and straightened two teacups before picking up the teapot; her brows furrowed as she muttered, "I've told you hundreds of times, don't point the spout at people, it's rude."
Princess Margaret blinked her blue eyes and shrugged carelessly, "Well, it's your fault for sitting opposite the spout, are you blaming me?"
Leaning back in her chair, Li Qiao looked up at the ceiling—this was true friendship, stamp approved.
