Zhang Feng'er thought of the words Mrs. Li had told her and nudged Tang Tao.
"You think, is the second aunt really that kind of person?"
Tang Tao glared at Zhang Feng'er: "Only you are so naive. Whatever she asks you to do, you just do it. I've already warned you not to trust your kind aunt too much, but you wouldn't believe me."
Zhang Feng'er rarely lowered her head: "I thought since the master and madam care about nothing, our family must have someone to stand out. Otherwise, who in the Marquis Mansion would remember us? Who knew there were so many reasons behind it."
"Fool."
Tang Tao said, but he didn't really blame Zhang Feng'er: "Hurry up and collect the usury you've put out, clean up your tracks, don't mess around like this anymore, and also, didn't mom tell you to pretend to be sick and push away the steward's matters?"
"Okay, I understand."
Zhang Feng'er felt a bit reluctant to push away the steward's matters.
