Mrs. Xiao was momentarily taken aback, seemingly not expecting this opening, but her daze lasted only an instant before she naturally beamed a smile:
"Lord, just call me Donger."
Donger... do you still think you're a young girl, well, although you do maintain yourself quite well... While Zhao Douan scrutinized this female family head, he secretly ridiculed her in his mind.
Seeing her again, his impression had indeed changed dramatically.
If yesterday she seemed more like a major figure's subordinate, her brilliance restrained, today her unique temperament was truly revealed.
In this era, to uphold a big family's facade just by being a widow, one must possess some extraordinary skills.
"Donger..." Zhao Douan chewed over this address, noncommittally, and took the initiative to pass her a roasted half-orange, "Mrs. Xiao, do you always sneak out like this?"
Mrs. Xiao, flattered, took the orange, and with a bitter smile said:
