It's really Wufu.
Lady Liang was completely stunned, she took two steps forward, grabbed her hand and looked her up and down a few times: "What happened to you? Why are you so disheveled?"
She married into the Old Zhou family a few years ago. Although she didn't see Wufu often, whenever she did, Wufu was always radiant. Even when she was poor, she never seemed embarrassed or disheveled, unlike now.
Her face was sallow with a tinge of green and white, wrapped in something emitting a faint fishy smell, hair disheveled, and there were two scratches on her face.
Just as Wufu was about to reply, the Little Bun, who was carried by Xiao Qi, suddenly let out a cry, and she quickly looked over.
Lady Liang followed her gaze but couldn't see anything. The young man carrying the bundle in his arms was very wary and took a step back.
"Xiao Qi, don't be afraid, I'm your aunt," Wufu said to comfort him, then to Lady Liang, "These are my people, and this..."
