Outside, the voice of Mrs. Lin was already scolding loudly.
The maid said angrily, "There she goes again with her veiled insults."
Qin Wan intended to ignore it, but the commotion outside grew louder, forcing her to come out and lift the curtain. She saw Mrs. Lin with hands on her hips, scolding the maid who was tending the fire, her mouth corners drooping, her eyebrows fierce.
"What is it this time?" Qin Wan asked impatiently.
"What a hard life I have; I worked so hard to raise my son, yet I don't even have food to eat. What's the point of living?"
Seeing Qin Wan come out, Mrs. Lin stopped scolding and started wailing instead.
Qin Wan took a deep breath.
