Old Mrs. Xia, advanced in years, was still dignified despite her anger, sitting steadily.
After Mrs. Zhen paid her respects, Old Mrs. Xia signaled her to sit: "You've heard, haven't you?"
Mrs. Zhen nodded awkwardly: "Yunluo came to me and cried."
"Cry, who wouldn't cry? If it were me, I'd cry to death too!" Mrs. Miao's tone was harsh, obviously quite upset.
Old Mrs. Xia glanced sideways at Mrs. Miao without speaking, only pressing her lips tightly together. Mrs. Miao felt a chill at the back of her neck and lowered her head.
With a light huff, Old Mrs. Xia was slightly satisfied and asked Mrs. Zhen, "What did Yunluo say?"
On the way over, Mrs. Zhen had already rehearsed what she wanted to say. Seeing the old lady ask, she replied, "Yunluo gave me a hint, saying she already knew about the two families discussing the marriage beforehand."
As expected, at this, Old Mrs. Xia was not surprised, but her expression turned a bit darker.
