Floral Hall, Old Lady Zhou and Madam Lu were left waiting; since they had entered, Madam Zhou had settled them here and then disappeared, leaving no trace except when a maid came to serve tea, after which they saw no one else.
"Mother, what does Ying Mei mean by this? Just leaving us hanging here," Madam Lu asked impatiently after downing another cup of tea.
Old Lady Zhou stayed silent, her heart filled with anxiety, fearing that upon their return, Madam Zhou might not be able to call the shots, because she knew very well that in this house, it was actually Wufu who was in charge.
Thinking of Wufu made her feel inexplicably powerless, and if possible, she didn't want to have anything to do with that uncanny girl.
As the saying goes, what one fears will come to pass. As Old Lady Zhou harbored this concern, the very girl she dreaded appeared before her.
