"Mrs. Mo, may I have a chat with you in my courtyard?" Young Madam Tang called out to the person walking ahead.
Mrs. Mo, walking in front, had of course heard the footsteps behind her. She didn't usually have the habit of taking a nap, so when Young Madam Tang called her, she could only nod in agreement.
This Young Madam Tang was not easy to provoke. As a teacher, the need for her to discuss the matters of her student's mother and parenting was also possible.
Young Madam Tang led the way, and their maids followed one after another, arriving at Young Madam Tang's courtyard.
The two went directly to the living room, where Young Madam Tang sat in the main seat after the maids had served them tea.
Young Madam Tang observed the woman before her, only sixteen or seventeen years old but dressed as a young matron, wearing simple yet fine cloth, her head adorned with ornaments, though certainly not as lavish as hers.