"Mistress, who is this Lin Sen?" Xuemei finally asked the question she had been wanting to ask.
After hearing the story about Madam Lin Wang, Xuemei sniffled, tears appearing in her eyes. She felt that Madam Lin Wang and her son were truly pitiable.
Lin Jiaojiao looked at Xuemei, whose eyes were red from crying, and gently patted her back, sighing, "You've been busy all morning. Go and rest. Help me call Shiyi in."
"Yes...Huh?" Xuemei was somewhat puzzled. Calling him in? This was the sleeping chamber—wasn't it inappropriate for a man to enter?
Lin Jiaojiao said, "What are you waiting for? Hurry up."
"Oh~" Xuemei dared not disobey and complied, but was stopped by Lin Jiaojiao just as she was about to leave.
Lin Jiaojiao found the wooden bracelet on Xuemei's wrist quite peculiar. She remembered Xuemei had always disliked wooden bracelets and bead chains, even disdaining them.
