Miss Jun was still speaking softly. However, when she paused, the room seemed to fill with an inexplicable silence.
Old Lady Fang and Lady Fang felt a buzzing in their ears. Their brains were all flustered, and many words clashed around in their hearts.
"Nonsense!"
Liu’er, who was standing in the corridor, could clearly hear Lady Fang's raised voice. Previously, although there had always been voices from the room, they were at a low, secretive volume. Compared to the days before, there wasn't even the slightest air of fighting there.
But at the moment, the voice, although filled with grief, contained a complicated amalgamation of anger, sorrow, and fear. Liu'er was too young to distinguish too much, but she knew that Lady Fang was both angry and anxious.
Still believing that Young Miss had endured more unfairness than any normal person, Liu'er perked up her ears and braced her body, waiting for Young Miss' call for help.
