Su Xiaoxiao was deep in thought.
Su Yuniang said, "I'll go to Old Su's house later to see if I can find out anything."
"Did you encounter anything strange in the past few days?" Su Xiaoxiao was referring to whether the Su family had secretly caused trouble.
Su Yuniang frowned and said, "I almost forgot. There's nothing strange, but there's one strange person."
"Who?" Su Xiaoxiao asked.
Su Yuniang wanted to say something but hesitated. "Forget it. There's no need to mention a person with a mental illness. Let's talk about you. How's the business in the prefecture? Did you mess it up?"
Su Xiaoxiao's face darkened. "What do you mean by messing it up? Can't you hope for me to be better?"
"Yes," Su Yuniang said. "Did you mess it up?"
Su Xiaoxiao was speechless.
Su Xiaoxiao took out a stack of banknotes and placed them on the table.
