"Mother!" Zhao Youxi had been holding back to herself for most of the day. She managed to hold herself back until Zhao Shuncheng went upstairs to change his clothes. She finally had some private time with Li Hongyu. She complained sullenly, "How could you suggest that Father fetch that wench back to the Zhao family?! Isn't it good to let her fend for herself outside? Have you forgotten how we went through so much trouble to kick her out? How could you help her get back home now?!"
Li Hongyu looked at her anxious daughter and patted her hand lovingly. She said, "Youxi, I'm not helping that wench, I'm just helping you and your younger brother."
"Helping me and my younger brother?" Zhao Youxi froze. The doubt in her eyes grew deeper.
