"What did Xiuzhi drop? Why is it so oily?"
As Xuexue looked on puzzled, she stepped forward and picked it up.
It was a small handkerchief that had fallen from Xiuzhi—a little packet, now with oil seeping through, the entire bundle sopping wet.
Upon seeing this, Madam Ruan's face changed drastically, she lunged forward in a gesture akin to a starving dog scrambling for food, desperate to snatch the little package before anyone else could.
But Xuexue was quick on her feet, beating her to it and, with a deft side-step, skillfully avoided Madam Ruan's oncoming figure.
"Ouch!"
Madam Ruan missed her mark, not only failing to grab the bundle but also taking a tumble, crashing heavily to the ground and ending up with a mouthful of dirt, grimacing in pain.
"Look at you, a woman of the household behaving like this. What are you scrambling for? So eager to throw yourself at something, how embarrassing," Old Lady Mo glanced with disdain at Madam Ruan sprawled on the ground.
