Ye Jing was about done with watching the show. Pretending to hurriedly look for the remote control in between the gaps of the sofa, she turned off the TV.
"My own mother, what's going on?" Mother Shu couldn't think straight.
Ye Jing's tone was flat. "Although I don't want to say it, the truth is just as you've seen." She crossed her arms around her chest. "It's you instead. Why did you barge in so rashly? Why didn't you let the servants say anything?" Ye Jing cast a disdainful glance at the clothes on Madam Shu's body and frowned continuously. "It's fine that you worked in the cemetery, but how could you come here wearing a work uniform? Our Yin family is a big family, and we're most afraid of such bad luck."
It turned out that Mrs. Shu was in a hurry and forgot to change her work suit.
