The upbringing she had received made it impossible for Wei Qingwan to tolerate herself adopting such a vulgar and disheveled posture.
But standing there now, every moment was an enormous torment to her body and mind.
In the end, Wei Qingwan could no longer bear the humiliation, so she stifled it and found a stone to sit on nearby.
Hunger and pain, coupled with the cold reception she received, tears couldn't help but roll down her cheeks after she sat down.
Madam Qin saw everything but left it unsaid.
Half an hour later, Wei Ruo returned with a group of people carrying behind her several bags of soil.
Seeing Wei Ruo, Madam Qin quickly stepped forward to meet her.
"Young lady, you must be tired. How was the harvest this trip?"