The Old Zhou family had a sleepless night, while Wufu, who had turned their world upside down, had a good night's sleep. The next day, she heard all about the Old Zhou family's decision-making and the entire drama.
It couldn't be helped, some people liked to eavesdrop on the excitement and couldn't wait to relay everything they saw and heard to their master, and didn't forget to cast a sympathetic glance at themselves.
"That look in your eyes is enough," Wufu swallowed her steamed bun, huffing as she looked at Hoo Die, and said, "I have nothing to do with that family. Don't look at me with those pitiful eyes, as if I'm unloved by father or mother, wishing they could tear me to shreds like a poor little flower."
Hoo Die was embarrassed and retorted, "Who's sympathizing with you? With your methods, who would dare to sympathize with you?"
After what happened last night, the term poor wretch was not applicable to her.