The butler on the other end of the line said truthfully, "Not yet! Now she's tired of arguing, tired of cursing, and is sitting outside holding Qin Muyao's corpse!"
Hearing the butler's description, an image unknowingly formed in Ye Anxin's mind of Mo Xuehong holding Qin Muyao's cold corpse, sitting lonely on the snow-covered ground, a scene of utter desolation!
Thinking of this, Ye Anxin couldn't help but feel a lump in her throat and said helplessly, "She's been arguing for almost a day and a night, you should take some food out for her to eat! Her daughter is dead; she can't fall apart with her!"
Hearing this, the butler hesitated and said, "Madam...! I'm just afraid she'll bite the hand that feeds her and not appreciate your kindness, instead saying you're like a cat crying for a mouse—fake sympathy!"
Ye Anxin shook her head, "It's alright! Let her say what she wants! No matter what she says, I won't lose any sleep over it!"
