Jiang Xiaoman finally let out a bit of her anger.
She had painstakingly prepared a dinner all night, yet no one showed up. Even her son not only didn't return but had also turned off his phone, making him completely unreachable.
The butler wiped the sweat off his forehead, took a step forward, and asked cautiously, "Ma'am, shall we prepare another table?"
Jiang Xiaoman glared at the butler, "It's already ten o'clock, who's eating now!"
She wasn't naive enough to think that there were many people here who truly respected her.
The butler bent his body lower, eyes fixed on the ground, fearing to infuriate her again, "Yes, Ma'am."
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In such a high-end neighborhood, you can't get a cab at night unless you walk to the main road and try your luck.
However, she had no shoes, and walking barefoot on several hundred meters of crossroad would mean she wouldn't be able to go to work tomorrow.
