Su Qiong was a person who would do what she said. The servants could really sense the ruthlessness in her words.
Inside the room, Lu Qingqing smashed the table angrily again.
After leaving the courtyard, Su Qiong did not go back. Instead, she went to another courtyard. Her youngest daughter, Lu Ranran, was born with a weak body. Most of the time, she stayed in her room, doing embroidery.
Su Qiong's hands, which were hidden in her sleeves, were trembling. When she entered the courtyard, the servant girl bowed to her and said, "Madam, Second Miss was just thinking about you when you came."
Su Qiong smiled faintly. "How has Ranran been doing recently? Is she angry with me for not coming to see her these past few days?"
The servant girl replied with a smile. "Of course not. Second Miss knows that you're busy. How can she be angry with you? Second Miss has been doing very well recently. She didn't forget to study and practice the four arts."
