"I should still call you second young Master," she said. "I fear being disrespectful to you, and I wouldn't want you to be troubled, nor do I want the young Mistress to misunderstand."
In her heart, she thought of Su Qingyue as what kind of young Mistress—a mere guest, after all. But since the Xiao Family's three sons cared about her, a clever woman naturally had to follow the men's lead, showing understanding. Otherwise, with her unstable footing in the Xiao Family, wouldn't she just be thrown out at any time?
Xiao Yishan, hearing her say so, felt all the more that she was sensible, "That's fine, I don't want my wife to misunderstand either."
Li Rong'er smiled bitterly, noticing the water in the big tank was almost depleted. She picked up the carrying pole and hung two empty buckets on it, intending to go fetch water.
