Returning to the garden, Madam Zhou saw two people sitting in the pavilion from afar, Wu Lihong and her niece Xiuxiu. She wasn't sure what Mr. Wu had said to make Xiuxiu giggle so coquettishly.
Madam Zhou felt inexplicably unsettled, her eyebrows furrowed, and a glint of displeasure flashed in her eyes.
Qiu Xiang naturally noticed it too, instinctively glancing at Madam Zhou and catching the coldness in her eyes. Inwardly, she sighed, realizing that Madam had indeed grown.
Considering her aura just now, and the things she said, along with her current expression, she was no longer the woman who revolved solely around her daughter. At the very least, she was aware of some scheming.
Qiu Xiang didn't know whether to sigh or fear, her heart mixed with complex feelings.
