"Madam is considerate. This old servant will handle it well."
"Yes, yes." After Ye Muyu finished speaking, she looked out of the courtyard quietly and nervously.
Beside her, Madam Hu had advised her several times to wait in the house, but she did not listen.
In the end, she could only get someone to find a thin cloak for Ye Muyu to wear, at least to block the wind.
Ye Muyu did not refuse. She was already feeling uneasy because she could not personally pick up Chu Heng and the children back. If she did not see them with her own eyes, she would feel even worse.
Butler Luo saw that there was not even a servant girl by the Ye Muyu's side. There was only an old woman who had been brought back from the village. His brows furrowed slightly. He already had an idea.
Ye Muyu waited for another 15 minutes. Madam Hu also brought ginger tea over. "Madam, the kitchen has boiled some ginger soup. You should drink some too, lest you catch a cold."
