Yun Bixue was touched by Auntie Zhou's sincere words. She held Auntie Zhou's hands with both her hands as she smiled radiantly at her. "Auntie Zhou, thank you very much."
Aunt Zhou rose quickly and replied respectfully, "Young Madam, those words are too heavy for me to bear."
In the Xie family, she was only a lowly servant—unworthy of a word of gratitude from Young Madam. Even if Young Madam wanted her to die, she would do it on the spot without a word of protest.
Yun Bixue felt a little helpless while looking at Aunt Zhou's anxious expression. She rose and pulled Aunt Zhou to sit down again. "Aunt Zhou, don't treat me as Young Madam right now. I'm talking to you as his granddaughter. We're just chatting casually right now, so don't feel so nervous."
Aunt Zhou continued to sit stiffly and did not even dare to take a deep breath. "This servant understands."
