Fearing Ji Pianran might see her, Wu Shuhui stood at the side of the door.
At this moment, she hadn't seen anyone yet, but had already heard voices, and throbbing pains pulsed through her temples.
All her emotions in that instant were like a dam burst, sweeping over every inch of her nerves, bringing her to the verge of collapse.
She bit her pale lips tightly, her expression agitated and sorrowful.
The hand on the doorknob began to tremble slightly, her state beyond words.
Indeed, the moment she spoke, she had already acknowledged that this was her child.
It was her Pianran.
Seeing the mistress like this, Uncle Guang also felt distressed. He reached out to support the trembling Wu Shuhui.
Fearing she might faint.
Gu Chen glanced toward the doorway, and although he saw no one, his expression grew somber.
"Pianran, I'm fine, the matsutake incident was a misunderstanding, but there's something I want to ask you, and you need to tell me the truth,"
