"How did these socks get so torn?"
That evening, after the servant finished tidying up their clothes, they handed a stack of clothes to Zhou Ziyu for inspection.
"Ma'am, the clothes were fine when washed, but these…"
Clothes from wealthy families like these are often worth thousands.
The helper was worried about damaging them and having to compensate, as each garment was nearly a month's salary for them.
But now, the torn socks weren't just one or two pairs.
Moreover, these socks belonged to the seemingly distinguished son-in-law.
What should be done?
Hearing the servant's voice, Zhou Ziyu picked up the socks and examined them carefully.
"Could it be that they were gnawed by mice?" Zhou Ziyu puzzled over the socks with a worried expression.
"That's impossible!" the servant also frowned.
The Mu Family mansion was cleaned thoroughly, leaving almost no blind spots.
In such a place, how could mice possibly hide?
