The elderly woman tightly clutched Mo Qiansu's hand, her speech excited and incoherent.
Mo Qiansu looked at the person before her, her eyes equally filled with shock, "Nanny Rong?"
At the name "Nanny Rong," the old woman's eyes brimmed with hot tears.
She nodded vigorously, choked with sobs and unable to speak for a good while. Finally, she managed to say, "Four years ago I saw on TV that the Mo Family's house caught fire, the report said everyone died in that blaze... I never believed Miss would just be gone like that... Thank heavens..."
Her hands trembled as she clung to Mo Qiansu's hand as if fearing she would suddenly disappear again.
Having caught her breath, Nanny Rong asked again with a choked voice, "And the... Madame?"
"My mom was also in that fire, she was saved by someone and now she's living with me..." Mo Qiansu briefly explained her situation.
