"Yan'er!"
Mrs. Qiu wanted to stop her but it was too late.
Her own daughter had truly become spoiled by her own upbringing. To put it nicely, she was naive; to put it bluntly, she was foolish. Whether Xiao Chunyu knew about it or not, she shouldn't ask such questions openly.
How should she respond?
"Mother..." Seeing her mother's reproachful eyes, Qiu Yan felt both wronged and defiant, "It's true, the Wu family has gone too far!"
"Yan'er, don't be rude."
Great, what to do with such a silly daughter?
How can you stand on someone else's turf and talk bad about them?
"Mrs. Qiu, Miss Qiu, thank you both."
Luckily, they told her, otherwise, she would have been the last to know.
"My dear young mistress, right now..."
Mrs. Qiu didn't even want to utter the words "second young mistress" anymore, seeing how oppressed she had become. Her face was pale and she was utterly haggard, though she wasn't yet eighteen, she was burdened with the weariness of someone much older.
