Xiao Ying nodded: "I heard it with my own ears. I didn't expect Zhu Xiangxiang to have such a heart of stone. Her own mother was kneeling and begging her, but she remained unmoved. She must be jealous of the Zhus' wealth and glory."
Madam Zhou also had mixed feelings: "It's still a life, after all."
"Should we tell Madam?" Xiao Ying asked.
Just as Madam Zhou was hesitating, she looked up and saw Ming Jing. Ming Jing was holding a cup of water, quietly standing at the kitchen door, not knowing how much she had heard.
"Miss." Madam Zhou and Xiao Ying called out respectfully.
Ming Jing walked in, poured a glass of warm water, took a sip and asked, "Xiao Ying, was everything you just said true?"
