Is there an issue with the clothes? Or is there another problem?
She quickly glanced around the room; apart from a flower pot on the window sill, there was nothing else unusual. The incense in the burner had already burned out, leaving a faint scent in the room.
Now is not the time to find the reason, the priority is to get Wenjin out.
But the windows in this house are so high.
Mrs. Xia was in a state of chaos.
The master has only this one niece, and they had just recently acknowledged her. She had brought her out, and if something happens, how could she explain it to the master? And how to explain it to the third younger brother?
Not to mention the explanation, she regarded Wenjin as her daughter. If it were her own daughter in such a situation, as an aunt, her eyes would have been filled with rage long ago.
Time was running out; people outside would soon come in.
Mrs. Xia looked at those wardrobes.
