Before Xia Ningxing could speak, Nanny Wu hurriedly declined the other's offer as she saw someone was trying to take over her work, "No need, no need, I can manage the chores myself."
She was the nanny bestowed upon the old master by the Emperor himself!
She would never allow anyone to take her place.
Luckily, Jiang had no idea what she was really thinking; otherwise, she would have surely been spitting blood.
"Mrs. Wu, there's still so much to tidy up in this room. Isn't it better to have an extra pair of hands?" Mrs. Song, the gentle sister-in-law, continued warmly, her brows and eyes full of enthusiasm.
This sister-in-law was dressed in a blue wool coat, her long hair meticulously tied up, her face tranquil and beautiful, about thirty-five or thirty-six years old, with a clear and warm temperament.
