Fu Zhen's speech was incredibly smooth, and the old Mrs. Fu fell back onto the couch, her glare more like a barrage of knives than a mere stare.
"Old Madam..."
The maids cautiously reminded her.
Her chest heaved a few times, then she suddenly waved her hand: "Leave!"
The maids immediately retreated.
Fu Zhen withdrew her gaze from the doorway and smiled at the old Mrs. Fu: "Grandmother, it's not that I want to bring up Nanny Qi today. I am a young lady of the Fu Family. If the Fu Family is well, so am I. If the Fu Family isn't well, how could I be well? Don't you agree?"
The old Mrs. Fu's face was as cold as iron, her lips pressed tight as she looked at her, wishing she could chew her up and spit her out!