It took about the time of two cups of tea before Old Madam Wu and the others saw the tardy arrival of Madam Zhou and her daughter.
Wufu supported Madam Zhou, who was wearing a water-red robe with a vermilion hairpin in her hair, as she walked over. Her face was rosy, her expression gentle and soft, and her demeanor excellent.
"Meiniang." Upon seeing her, Wu Lihong couldn't help but stand up with eager excitement.
Madam Zhou's steps paused, and she looked at him with a complex gaze, instinctively touching her abdomen and sighing softly. However, the corner of her eye caught sight of the woman beside him, and her lips tightened.
The moment Wu Lihong called Madam Zhou's name, Madam Wang's hand, hidden in her sleeve, clenched tightly as she looked at her.
