Tang Jixin nodded repeatedly to the Old Madam's words, not daring to utter a single word of disobedience.
Her gaze, however, still occasionally drifted toward Baili Xia, as if she was constantly on guard, fearing that she might harm her son.
Baili Xia couldn't quite describe her feelings towards the people of this family.
She only knew that once you enter a wealthy family, it's as deep as the ocean; seeing Tang Jixin's state, she always felt a sense of powerlessness.
Finally, the Old Madam noticed a strange face in the crowd.
"Who might this be..." she narrowed her eyes, though already seventy years of age, her gaze was still sharp.
"She is my cousin and also my student," Nangong Xu stepped out from behind her.
Walking to Baili Xia's side, he held her hand and led her back to the Old Madam: "Xiaxia, hurry and pay your respects to the Old Madam."
"Hello Old Madam, my name is Baili Xia, everyone calls me Xiaxia," Baili Xia hurriedly said in a gentle voice.
