Leaving the hospital's family courtyard, before I had even reached where my car was parked, someone stopped me, "Excuse me, are you Luo Qiao?"
"Yes, what's up?"
"My family's old madam would like to see you. Please come with me."
"I don't even know who your family's old madam is. Just because she wants to see me, I'm supposed to go?"
The visitor was taken aback, not expecting Luo Qiao to respond that way, and replied, "Our family patriarch's surname is Qiao. When you see her, you can address her as Old Madam Qiao."
"Really acting as if we're still in a feudal society, calling her 'old madam' and everything. I have other matters to attend to and no time for this."
"Hey, what's wrong with you? Our old madam is waiting."
Luo Qiao did not care about the Qiao Family or Old Madam Qiao. To her, it was none of her business. She wasn't someone who just saw anyone, and with such a disrespectful approach, they expected her to take the initiative to make a house call? She must be dreaming.
