Between women, mere verbal spats are the lowest form of conflict; true masters battle with their minds when they meet at the summit.
Mrs. Zhou, accompanied by Zhu Yating, clearly assumed the air of the principal wife, gradually probing Qiao En. Seeing her nonresponsive, they became increasingly unbridled.
"Sister Rong, what are you standing around for? Go cook the bird's nest."
Mrs. Zhou imperiously ordered Sister Rong.
Sister Rong, feeling utterly wronged, had no way to rebel.
"Yes, Old Madam."
She had no choice but to comply.
Meanwhile, Qiao En returned to her bedroom.
"Detective Wu, I need you to investigate someone for me."
Qiao En dialed Detective Wu's number and briefly explained Zhu Yating's background.
She didn't know much about this suddenly emerging woman, but she was very familiar with Mrs. Zhou's tactics of grooming pawns.
"It's not difficult. Wait for my message."
Detective Wu spoke succinctly, and was about to hang up.
"I need it quickly."