Meng Yao led Zhao Xiaohua to the carpenter's shop.
To Meng Yao's surprise, the carpenter's shop's door was wide open, and a customer was ordering custom furniture.
Of course, it wasn't the carpenter who was attending to the customer.
Meng Yao knew well the severity of her actions.
With a good doctor treating, not even three months would suffice for recovery to the point of getting out of bed.
"Hello, are you here to order custom furniture or to buy ready-made pieces?" A young man approached, with a faint smile on his face, being very polite.
"Neither, I'm here to see Ya'er. I'm Zhao Xiaoshu's mother." Meng Yao introduced herself.
The young man clearly knew Zhao Xiaoshu's predicament and quickly called out to Aunt Zhao, leading Meng Yao and Zhao Xiaohua to the backyard.
Just as they entered the backyard, Meng Yao heard malicious cursing.
It was the carpenter.
The one being cursed was none other than Meng Yao.
