Shang Wuyou collapsed into the chair.
The Miao King suddenly thought this kid was rather pitiable. Next time, he should go easier on him.
Just a little, no more than that.
Meng Qianqian spoke softly, "Grandfather, Lady Yan, let's step out for now and give him some time alone to calm down."
"Sigh."
The Miao King stood up and patted Shang Wuyou on the shoulder. "Alright, I won't hit you for the next three days."
Meng Qianqian escorted Lady Yan out of the residence.
She understood Lady Yan hadn't told the whole truth—at least the part about Second Aunt being kind to her was definitely a fabrication.
Lady Yan walked at a leisurely pace through the snow, speaking faintly, "It's true I owe someone a debt of gratitude, but it's not to the Second Madam. It's to my senior sister, the wife of the Shang Family's patriarch."
Meng Qianqian asked curiously, "You're my mother's junior disciple sister?"
