After Wang Xue raised the question, the room fell silent for a moment.
Just as she thought the two had fallen asleep, Yu Xiangqin suddenly turned over and looked at her, counter-asking, "Do you also feel that something is off?"
Wang Xue replied vaguely, "I just feel that the two of them are quite strange."
Wrapped in her quilt, Yu Xiangqin sat up, cross-legged, and said, "What do you mean quite strange? They are too strange! She said that the man is her neighbor, right? What kind of neighbor delivers grain and meat?"
"She's only been here a few days, right? And this neighbor has come three times! Even a real brother wouldn't look after her that much… Ah right, what do you think he came for today? Was it because of Zhao Zhuangshi's issue? Otherwise, Widow Zhao must have been kicked in the head by a donkey to beat her own son like that!"
Yu Xiangqin kept going on and on. The room was unlit, and she couldn't see Wang Xue's uncertain expression.
