Speaking of which, it was Wufu's first visit to the home of her nominally maternal grandmother since arriving in this world.
Looking at the tightly shut wooden door, the corner of Wufu's mouth curled in a cold sneer. Madam Zhou said her dear Aunt borrowed the hairpin to wear for a couple of days for the sake of appearances, promising to return it after her cousin's wedding.
Borrow?
It was clearly a robbery, and her mother had given them a fig leaf of decency with the word "borrow," fine, let's say "borrow," but could a borrowed item be returned?
Even Hongyu, the new servant girl, knew of her Aunt's family's shamelessness and understood that anything lent to them was like throwing a meat bun to a dog — gone, never to return!
After hearing the whole story, Wufu ignored Madam Zhou's entreaties and headed straight for the Zhou family home without a second word.
