Zhou Jingyi nodded and turned to pack up her clothes.
"You—" Mrs. Zhou's eyes widened with anger.
"Alright, alright!" Master Zhou pulled his wife's sleeve, saying, "It's only natural for a daughter to be worried when her husband is sick like this. Why keep her anxious all night? Let her go! I'll go with you to see him tomorrow!"
Mrs. Zhou, hearing her husband say the same, felt even more displeased and could not help herself; sneering, she said, "My daughter really is a fool! She's the one worrying about him, but when he was out enjoying himself, did he ever spare her a moment's concern!"
Mrs. Lin's face immediately turned ugly, and she simply looked down as if she hadn't heard anything.
Master Zhou quickly stopped her, and hurriedly had someone bring Mrs. Lin down for tea while waiting.
Mrs. Lin secretly breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly thanked them as she left.
"How can you say such things at a time like this!" Master Zhou said displeased.
