Zhou Ziqing uttered a self-mocking laugh. "Not bad!"
"Don't worry, I'll surely help you..."
"Hehe..." Zhou Ziqing sneered without saying a word. Help her? She probably doesn't need this old woman anymore.
She's giving her some face now, she should thank herself for being in a good mood now. If she wasn't, she might have driven this woman away!
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"My God..."
Upon returning to her room, Zhou Ziqing let out an exclamation.
Her voice was loud and attracted the attention of the housekeeper in the house.
After all, Miss Zhou was the mother of the young master's child, so they had to give her some attention. So several housekeepers rushed over.
Zhou Ziqing was seen sitting amongst a pile of torn clothes, flipping through them anguish.
Each piece of clothing had an irreparable hole in it. It really is a pity to see them.
"The clothes are all ruined, what a waste!" said one of the housekeepers.
