Cen Gaosong sat in the seat of honor, and a maid immediately served him tea.
Zhang Guihong sat in the main seat to his right. "This household truly lacks manners. Why is tea only served to the master and not to me, the Madam?
"Master, wouldn't you say these servants are getting too big for their boots? They don't even have any respect for me, the rightful Madam of the house."
Holding his teacup, Cen Gaosong only realized this oversight after Zhang Guihong pointed it out. He turned to glare at the butler. "What is the meaning of this?"
Zhang Guihong's expression was cold. "What else could it be? From the moment I stepped into this estate, these servants have shown no respect to my daughter and me.
"Our luggage and maids are still waiting in the backyard. What? The Madam of the house has arrived, and she hasn't even been assigned a courtyard?"
