Shen Shuyun helped the shopkeeper up and pulled her behind her.
She stared straight at the maid named Xiaomian, "Your master hasn't even said a few words yet, but you've spoken them all. Is this just your vile nature, or did someone instruct you to act this way?"
As she spoke, her gaze meaningfully shifted toward Huai Xinmei.
A flash of malice crossed Huai Xinmei's eyes, but she quickly concealed it.
She took two steps forward, her expression wounded as if she had something to say but was too hurt to speak: "..."
Xiaomian immediately stood in front of her young mistress, "Where did you come from, butting into other people's business? This old lady charges ten silvers for mending a piece of clothing and hasn't even finished it. Why don't you mention that?! Do bad people get to be right just because they're old and blind now?"
It had to be said that Xiaomian had a sharp tongue.
For a moment, Shen Shuyun was at a loss for words.
