Old Madam Chong was very concerned about her reputation, hurrying away under the protection of the old woman with a red face.
On their way back, the old woman, pale as paper, said: "It seems that the Xuan Family is unwilling to let this matter rest. Madam, this—"
"Don't speak such disheartening words."
Old Madam Chong's breathing was rapid, but she managed to stay calm. Sadly, despite her cleverness and eloquence, she had been unable to get a word in earlier and was instead rendered speechless by the two juniors.
It was truly infuriating.
She said shrewdly.
"It's good that the Xuan Family knows, lest we continue to dodge this matter in the future."
"Their resentment is inevitable. Marquis Cui spoke clearly enough; this requires a statement from the Chong Family in response."
"Even if the Xuan Family is aggressive, as long as my son stabilizes his unreliable daughter-in-law and finds a way to coax her back, what is there to worry about?"
