"She can't really be blamed for this, can she? She's so young and already widowed!"
Indeed, the rumor that Huang Qingtian had died had somehow spread among the servants.
Basically, now when they mentioned Huang Qingtian, they regarded him as a dead man.
And this was the news Mu Keren least wanted to hear.
So Mu Keren, who had been resting on the armchair holding a photo frame, suddenly raised her hand and poured the ginseng chicken soup that Zhou Ziyu had just brought her downstairs.
The ginseng chicken soup had just come out of the pot and was very hot.
Once poured it caused a commotion downstairs like a pig being slaughtered.
"Ah..."
"Who's pouring stuff from upstairs!"
"It scalded me!"
The two who were chatting earlier were both hit.
One of them had a red neck.
Perhaps their shouting was loud enough to alarm Jian Tongtong and others stationed outside Mu Mansion, as well as Zhou Ziyu who was in the kitchen preparing more nourishing dishes for Mu Keren.
