Miss Han San couldn't help but laugh, "I...I just listen to you."
Jiang Nai likes this kind of customers who are very cooperative with her. He shook her hand with his little paw and said, "Come on, let's go out."
The few girls standing at the door felt chills and goosebumps all over their bodies.
Seeing Master Jiang holding an umbrella with one hand and dragging the air with the other, walking towards the door step by step, they hurriedly dodged left and right.
This talkative Master Jiang is really a bit scary.
Not only have I been sitting in the lady's boudoir muttering to myself every day these past few days, but now I really seem to be grabbing something in my hand and carrying it out...
Several people were almost scared out of their wits by her. One after another, they didn't dare to say a word and stood aside in a polite manner, not knowing where to place their limbs.
Jiang Nai glanced at them and said angrily, "What are you afraid of? You have never harmed Miss Third, so why should you feel guilty and afraid?"
A girl was so frightened that the broom in her hand fell to the ground with a bang, and her mouth opened wide in surprise, "Three, Miss Three?"
She glanced uneasily at the small blue and white umbrella held by Jiang Nai.
Damn it, the third lady isn’t standing under Master Jiang’s umbrella right now, is she?
Thinking of this, they felt as if a cold wind was blowing around them. The girls shook their bodies unconsciously, and their whole bodies were trembling.
Miss Han San was speechless, "Why are you scaring them? They are just ignorant little girls. Naturally, they fear the heaven, earth, ghosts and gods."
Jiang Nai curled her lips, "It's just a little joke."
When the girls saw her "talking to herself" and walked out of the small carved door, they shrugged their necks one after another, expressing fear.
Holding an umbrella, Jiang Nai and Miss Han San walked out of the small courtyard at the same time, and saw the Duke's wife leading Mrs. Han Qiu over in a hurry.
"Master, where are you going?"
"Three girls are going to meet that scholar Feng."
The Duke's wife had a look of surprise in her eyes, she staggered and almost fell to the ground.
Mrs. Han Qiu quickly stretched out her hand to support her and called "Mother".
"Where do you want to go to meet me?" Madame Guogong asked with a trembling voice.
"The third girl said that she remembers Shusheng Feng's residence, which is just over the slums in the north of the city."
The Duke's wife swayed and glanced under Jiang Nai's umbrella with trembling eyes, "I, my daughter, is she there? Over there?"
"Master, can you let me see my daughter?"
Jiang Nai turned to look at Miss Han San, "Do you want to see me?"
She has always respected the opinions of the deceased. After all, the deceased is too old.
When Han Qiu saw her turning her head and looking sideways under the umbrella, as if she was really discussing with something, her hair suddenly ran cold, and she subconsciously took a step back.
But after a moment, Jiang Nai turned to look at the Duke's wife and said, "I'm sorry, madam, but my daughter is still unwilling to see you."
"How is that possible?" Ms. Han Qiu shouted, "Stop pretending. How could the third lady not want to see her mother?"
However, the Duke's wife turned pale and looked fixedly at Jiang Nai's side, as if she could see her daughter by looking straight at her.
"Xuan'er." The Duke's wife cried heartbrokenly, "Are you still unwilling to forgive your mother?"
"Mother." Han Qiu hurriedly pulled her hand.
Jiang Nai stepped up and was about to leave when he heard the Duke's wife cry out sadly, "Xuan'er, are you going to stay angry with your mother for the rest of your life because of a dead man?"