"Yan girl, I heard that Mrs. Wu's daughter-in-law comes from that kind of sordid background. Is that true?" a woman with a round, tender face curiously looked at Mo Yan, oblivious to how inappropriate it was to ask such a question in public.
At these words, everyone suddenly stopped their work and turned to stare at the round-faced woman, their faces filled with surprise. It was clear that they had not heard this rumor before.
The round-faced woman was only about twenty, sweet-mouthed and generous, the youngest daughter-in-law among those working there. Even if she occasionally said something disagreeable, no one would hold it against her. Over the past ten days, she had gotten along well with everyone, and there was nobody who didn't like her.