The Flowers at Home Are Not as Fragrant as Wildflowers

At the Zhou family's villa, Xue Mei was nestled on the living room sofa, and the housekeeper brought hot water to wash her face.

Although employed by Mr. Zhou, the housekeeper had spent the most time with Xue Mei. Over the years, she had taken care of Xue Mei. She cared for her like her own child.

The housekeeper said with concern, "Meimei, your health is more important. Wash your face and drink this bowl of ginger tea. If you collapse, the one who'll be pleased is that vixen."

"Mrs. Li, please comfort Madam. Madam's health isn't good, to begin with, how can she endure such difficulty?" Seeing that Xue Mei remained unmoved, the housekeeper turned to Lin Wan for help.

Lin Wan wasn't particularly skilled at comforting people. When Yang Ruoxi went through a breakup, she hadn't known what to say. She would simply accompany Yang Ruoxi in silence, and perhaps share a drink with her.