Song Shuyun had already left the house, yet a chill lingered in the room.
Zhaoying had said enough, no further explanation was needed at this point.
Zhou Sujun felt so embarrassed she wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
Just thinking about how she had just proudly come to claim credit with the wet nurse, and even told Old Master Song that Song Shuyun would be heartbroken next, she felt utterly mortified.
Especially with Zhaoying and other maids casting continuous glances her way, Zhou Sujun felt as if she were sitting on pins and needles.
As for Zhaoying's detailed praise of Ye Shaohua, Zhou Sujun couldn't bear to listen at all; she had originally thought Ye Shaohua was just an ordinary woman who had lost her father.
She had considered herself quite exceptional, but now, compared with Ye Shaohua, she felt more like a joke.
Zhou Sujun didn't wait for Old Master Song to speak, she murmured an excuse and hastily fled the scene.