Everyone in the private room turned their attention to Hehua.
"Do you know her?" Lin Jiaojiao unfolded the portrait again and looked at Hehua.
Hehua hurriedly shook her head: "Noble person... I don't know."
She had just clearly called out the name "Mrs. Zhang," so it was impossible that she didn't recognize her.
Hehua's eyes were evasive, and she didn't dare to look directly at Lin Jiaojiao, let alone the portrait again.
This was in line with what Shiyi said before, that everyone who saw the portrait would avoid it and refuse to talk about it.
So, Lin Jiaojiao glanced at Xuemei, and Xuemei took a moment to understand what she meant, took out a ten-tael silver ingot from her purse, and placed it conspicuously on the table.
This dumbfounded Hehua, as she had never seen such a large silver ingot in her life, and for a moment, she didn't understand what this noble person meant.
