"Do we have a guest?" Tang Qiu asked.
Before Jiang Shaocheng could introduce her, the woman approached them and said, "My name is Ke Liuyi. I'm Shaocheng's personal doctor. How should I address you?"
"My name is Tang Qiu. I'm his wife. Nice to meet you, Doctor Ke." Tang Qiu remained reserved. She could sense the woman's hostility; subtle, but undeniable. She might not be the most aware when it came to matters of the heart, but she had grown accustomed–and therefore attuned to people's disdain for her.
"Nice to meet you too, Ms Tang." Liu Keyi brushed her off and pushed Jiang Shaocheng inside without waiting for a reply. She didn't call me Mrs Jiang, Tang Qiu noted.
"You're still frail," she heard the woman say. "How can you place so many groceries on your legs? Plus, supermarkets are crawling with bacteria, and of all the times to go out, you chose the hottest time of the day. Why can't you pay a little more attention to your health?"
