Crash.
The teacup fell to the ground and shattered, startling everyone in the hall.
Both the hosts and the guests looked at each other with astonishment written all over their faces, speechless for a long moment.
Seeing this, Qiu Xiang quickly responded and adeptly instructed the serving girls to clean up the floor and replace the tea with a fresh cup.
Madam Zhou stared at the elderly woman at the front, from her head of gray hair to the wrinkles on her face, feeling a sudden pang of sorrow and pain in her heart while tears swiftly welled up in her eyes.
"You, you..." Madam Lu pointed at Madam Zhou with a trembling finger, unable to complete her sentence.
Auntie Tan, seeing this, felt displeased at the woman's rudeness of pointing at someone with her finger, but she wasn't oblivious to the situation; clearly, the two knew each other.
