Yang Ruxin was also stunned, blinking her eyes, "Sister Qingge, did you mistake our little Zeze's arm for a pig's trotter?"
Yu Qingge wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
"Qingge," Yuan Mengzhu suddenly spoke up.
Yu Qingge immediately shuddered, approaching with a scrunched-up face, "Aunt Yuan, I..."
"Aiya," Yuan Mengzhu sighed, "My son Zeze, pure as jade, has grown up so big, ah, but he's always been virtuous. Apart from his mother here, he's never even had two maids by his side..."
Yu Qingge looked down at her fingers.
"Now, you've not only hugged Zeze but also kissed him. My son's reputation is in your hands now..." Yuan Mengzhu's face was full of helplessness, "What do you think we should do?"
Yang Ruxin quickly bowed her head, her godmother's skill in speaking, with someone as naive as Yu Qingge, she'd be taken advantage of and still help count the money for them.
The Feng Family and Dong Wenxiu also snickered at the side.