Madam Zhou watched Yongyong wolfing down his food with a pang of sorrow, well aware that the sins of adults had been shouldered by the children, how pitiable. "Madam." Qiu Xiang approached and looked towards Madam Zhou.
Zhou Xiuer's head snapped up as she looked at Qiu Xiang, then back to Madam Zhou.
At this moment, she was like a frightened bird: vigilant, cautious, afraid, knowing that only by clinging to Madam Zhou could she stay.
"Auntie..." Zhou Xiuer called out, full of panic.
"Take good care of your brother," Madam Zhou said as she patted Zhou Eryong's head.
Zhou Xiuer stood up, her eyes pleading, but Madam Zhou still left decisively.
Wufu sat in the main hall, gently sipping tea.
"Wufu, what exactly happened? Did they really steal your things?" Madam Zhou asked anxiously about the Yamen Runner's visit as soon as she saw her.
Wufu, cradling her teacup with both hands, said indifferently, "This matter was orchestrated by me."
Madam Zhou was startled.
