"I'll go myself." Chuxia pushed him away with an uncomfortable expression on her face, thinking, by accompanying her like this, what would others think of them?
Zhou Mikang, however, held onto her hand tightly and wouldn't let go, "I'll take you to your room and then come down."
"It's not like I don't know which room is mine." Chuxia muttered under her breath, having caught a glimpse out of the corner of her eye: two of her sisters-in-law and Zeng Meili were huddled together whispering and laughing. Chuxia would walk backward if anyone dared to say they weren't talking about her!
Indeed, the room had been tidied up anew, and the sheets on the bed had been changed to the same set in purple-red. The thought of her mother-in-law's question made Chuxia's face unconsciously heat up.
"What did mom want to talk to you about?"
Just then, Zhou Mikang asked the question that had been on Chuxia's mind all along, making her face turn even redder.