Tang Yanqi held onto the railing with one hand, her back also supported steadily by someone. Though she was startled for a moment, she remained standing firmly in place.
Beneath her feet was a patch of water that hadn't been wiped clean. Tang Yanqi steadied herself, ready to thank the person behind her, when she heard an unfamiliar voice: "Young Madam? Is it really you?"
Tang Yanqi turned around to see a woman she didn't recognize.
Clad in a cleaner's uniform, the mask originally on her face had been removed. The hair on both sides of her forehead was a bit messy, her face was passable, but her skin was too rough, like someone in her fifties or sixties.
"Who are you...?"
The woman hesitated for a moment, looking a bit embarrassed: "Young Madam, you don't remember me? I used to work as a servant at the old house, then... I got into trouble, and it was you who spoke up for me. I barely escaped a mishap."
Tang Yanqi furrowed her brows, hearing this seemed to jog her memory.
