Bai Xiujuan heard the commotion and came over.
Her apron was still on, and there was still herbal soup simmering in the kitchen for Ji Meishu's beauty regimen.
Seeing the floor dirtied by Hu Mingchen, Bai Xiujuan nagged incessantly, "Truly a devil's spawn, can't let anyone have peace for a moment, a rootless bastard; who knows what kind of luck brought him here. At my age, I still have to serve him."
Bai Xiujuan would mutter this several times a day, and Ji Meishu was already sick of hearing it.
It was also because Bai Xiujuan would nag at home every day that Zhao Li couldn't stand it anymore and recently rarely returned here.
Of course, Zhao Li's biggest issue was still this child.
In the past, Zhao Li cherished Hu Mingchen like a precious gem because he mistook him for his son.
Now that he has confirmed there's no relation between them, the humiliation of being made a fool had long driven him to avoid Hu Mingchen with disdain.
