Yang Yufang nodded, "As long as you can see, that's good."
"Ah, Second Lady, you really are noble." Sister Zhang looked at Yang Yufang's eye, still covered with gauze, and couldn't help but feel sympathetic. She was the old master's confidant, and when he was alive, he loathed Yang Yufang. She shouldn't really feel sorry for her.
She sighed, "Even though Young Master Jingfeng let down your daughter, your compensation should be enough."
"But she still won't forgive me." Yang Yufang turned around and started to cry.
Afraid that Ji Anning would notice, she held onto the wall and quickly walked away.
Sister Zhang couldn't understand. In her eyes, Ji Anning was nothing more than Yang Yufang's child bride. Though the two kids didn't end up together when they grew up, the Ji Family at least raised Ji Anning. Logically, Ji Anning should be grateful to the Ji Family, grateful to Yang Yufang for being so good to her all these years.
