"Mother..."
"If you still consider me your mother, stay away from that woman."
Xia Guangcheng was taken aback, his sharp eyes swept over the old woman and the maid behind Mrs. Xia, and they all shivered and knelt down.
Great heavens, how could they be gossiping?
The portraits of all the noble ladies were worn out from being looked at, and the ladies from fifteen years ago already had children, yet her own son was still single. Mrs. Xia had become obsessed with the idea of marrying off her son. Those serving her also hoped the General would marry soon, so they wouldn't have to live under Mrs. Xia's unpredictable temper.
"General, the old madam is concerned for you."
Loyalty felt particularly important at this moment, so even while kneeling, Nanny Xu raised her head to explain for Mrs. Xia.
