She was looking at Jiang Nuan, and Jiang Nuan was also looking at her. Her toes unconsciously curled up, and she intensified her tone, "Do you need something?"
"Oh, no, nothing." The Filipina maid observed her cold-reddened ankles, her dainty, fair feet cutely stepping on the floor, causing a pang of sympathy in anyone watching. "Miss Susan, the floor is very cold, being barefoot for too long can cause stomach ache."
Jiang Nuan sniffed; indeed, there was a chill seeping from the floor up into her soles, and the cold she thought had improved by noon seemed to be relapsing. She reluctantly pulled at her mouth and said, "Thank you."
The maid waved her hand hurriedly, "No thanks needed, you're too polite. Seeing you reminds me of my daughter; she also loves playing around the house barefoot. Please don't mind my chatter."
"I don't."
