"You must be kidding, she's already a mother and still a crush?"
"You two better leave, or you'll spill all the beans."
The faint laughter of the women gradually grew distant, but Wei Shumin seemed unconcerned, standing in a daze in front of the flower garden.
"Shumin, what's wrong? Feeling unwell?"
Zizhu came out of the room and saw the clothes scattered all over the ground, her eyes widening in surprise.
"I'm fine."
Wei Shumin panicked and hurriedly crouched down to pick up the clothes before running back to the well with the basin.
"Shumin, go to the winery and call Manyun over."
At this moment, Lin Qingluo came out of the side room and sat down at the stone table with a smile.
"Miss, let me go."
Zizhu volunteered.
"You go to Drunken Frost Residence."
Lin Qingluo sent her away with a smile: "Tell Grandmother that I'll go over tonight and have dinner with her."
"Yes."
Zizhu happily agreed upon receiving a clear instruction and ran off in a puff of smoke.
"Miss."