Aunt Liang noticed her indifferent attitude, fell silent for a moment, and then said, "Madam, Aliang is really worried about you."
"It's said that like breeds like, and Lu Fengxuan has the blood of the Yan Family running through her veins. This temperament is becoming more apparent. Over the past few years, I haven't seen this decisive and ruthless side of her."
Madam Yu no longer cared about anything related to Old Master Yu.
Regarding Aunt Liang's concerns, she clearly had no intention of responding and casually changed the subject.
Aunt Liang understood in her heart, nodded along with Madam Yu's words, and said, "Yes, just now when I saw the Fourth Young Madam's appearance, it really startled me; the change is too great."
"Two years have passed. Some things thought to be hidden from the world have turned out to be merely a self-deceiving ruse."
Madam Yu's tone was filled with endless indifference: "Drawing water with a bamboo basket, in the end, yields nothing."
