Madam Li and Yan Zhigao returned to their previous respectful interactions, yet there was an atmosphere between them that made Daohua feel somewhat strange.
It seemed to her that her mother was no longer as thoughtful and meticulous towards her stepfather as when she first arrived.
And her stepfather, well, he often glanced at her mother, sometimes starting to speak, then hesitating, which was very odd.
"Could it be that my stepfather has finally noticed my mother's virtues and had a change of heart?"
"What are you muttering about?"
Madam Li tapped Daohua's forehead.
Daohua immediately shook her head, "Nothing." After speaking, she immediately lowered her head, flipping through the account book with one hand, and clicking away on the abacus with the other, her speed astoundingly fast.
In this period, seeing Madam Li check the account books until her eyes were red, she felt, as a daughter, she should help share some of the burdens, and so she volunteered herself to Madam Li.
