When Wu Lihong walked into Madam Zhou's room, she was still sitting dazed on the couch, lost in thought, and didn't even notice his entrance.
"Ahem." Wu Lihong cleared his throat lightly. "Mei Niang."
Madam Zhou glanced over but quickly turned her gaze away. Wu Lihong felt somewhat awkward and guilty, walked over, and asked, "What's the matter? Are you still angry with me?"
Hearing this, Madam Zhou let out a cold laugh: "Go ahead and tell me, why would I be angry with you?"
"Well, Xiuxiu is your biological niece and naturally like my daughter. There's nothing wrong with a father being close to his daughter; I was just teasing her," Wu Lihong hurriedly explained.
His words made Madam Zhou feel the fetus-preserving medicine she had just taken surge upwards, causing severe nausea. Her face changed slightly as she rushed to the side, grabbed a Xi Que-encrusted spittoon, and retched.
