Hearing the sound, several people looked over, only to see Madam Zhou, with Hongyu's support, walking out unsteadily.
She was dressed in old coarse clothes, her head wrapped with a white cloth, her face devoid of any color, as pale as could be, ghost-like.
Zhou Xuennian also started, appraising Madam Zhou with a quick glance, his eyes quickly filling with disgust.
"Mother, what are you doing out here? The wind is strong and you are still weak," Wufu hurried to support her and shot Hongyu a glare.
Hongyu felt somewhat guilty.
However, Madam Zhou weakly tugged at the corner of her mouth, then looked towards Zhou Xuennian, "Big brother, are you really going to drive your sister and me out?"
She had just overheard Zhou Xuennian's words from behind the door, her heart nearly shattered. This was her family, her own kin; how could they treat her and her daughter, both orphaned and widowed, like this?
