The atmosphere in the room was clearly off.
Xiaolu, wearing an ill-fitting hospital gown that seemed a size too large, leaned against the head of the bed. Her head drooped like a defeated gamecock.
Sister Rong sat angrily in a chair by the bed, her face set in a severe expression.
Neither mother nor daughter spoke, yet there was a sense that silence was louder than words at this moment.
Zhou Chucheng inwardly cursed the situation as bad.
He immediately pushed open the door and strode in with feigned nonchalance.
"Sister Rong, you're here."
Both people in the room turned their heads to look at him simultaneously. Xiaolu's eyes were complex, while Sister Rong's were a mix of calm and surprise.
"Third Young Master, Xiaolu is ignorant. Why are you encouraging her foolishness too?"
Sister Rong's voice trembled as she finally spoke.
"Mom, this has nothing to do with the Third Young Master."