In no time, the middle-aged woman returned, placed a small piece of broken silver on the table, thanked them again, and then left with a smile.
Yun Jiao weighed the silver in her hand, more than a qian, nearly two qian of silver. It seemed that this family truly valued their child.
Mrs. Chen sat under the corridor of the opposite west wing, craning her neck to look over here, her eyes fixed firmly on the silver.
Yun Jiao put away the silver and shut the door with a "bang."
These people were really annoying. The house had small windows, the paper covering them wasn't very transparent, unlike the stark white walls of modern houses, the lighting was poor. Opening doors and windows was fine, but if closed, you would need to light a lamp even during the day.
Either endure being spied upon, or tolerate darkness; you can only choose one of the two.
Yun Jiao returned from the main room to the side room, still sitting behind the window.
