Bai Ruozhu finished speaking and no longer paid any attention to Zhou's wife. But instead, she turned her head toward her father and said, "Dad, let's go to the Yang Family."
"Alright." Bai Yihong responded. The two of them turned to leave, but Zhou's wife darted after them like a terrified rabbit, grabbing onto Bai Ruozhu's sleeve and refusing to let her go.
"Miss, Miss, I beg you, you can't provoke the Yang family. Isn't this harming us?" Zhou's wife burst into tears, her sobs forlorn and pitiful, exactly like the time she had gone crying to Bai Ruozhu in the west courtyard, complaining that Young Yang had been sabotaging their fields.
"If you leave, we're the ones who have to face the consequences. Wouldn't Young Yang give us trouble every day? I beg you not to stir up trouble, or how will we live our lives?" Zhou's wife clung onto Bai Ruozhu's arm, almost hanging off of her.
