Yun Jiao herself has passed the age of needing a mother's love, but Xiao Chuan is only seven, how could a child so young not need a mother's love?
She added, "You have to care for Xiao Chuan like a real mother."
Mrs. Li was taken aback, her eyes showing some confusion and doubt, as if she wanted to ask, isn't she Xiao Chuan's real mother?
But under Yun Jiao's gaze, she couldn't help but shrink a bit, "Okay."
Yun Jiao stood up, "Alright then, it's settled. First, no crying, second, care for Xiao Chuan."
"If you can't do it, I'll immediately hire a carriage to send you back to your uncle's house."
Mrs. Li didn't dare to cry either, she felt Yun Jiao was too frightening now.
There was actually a bed in the side room, which had been moved from the west wing earlier.
Yun Jiao started packing her things.
Mrs. Chen, San Ya, and Yingzi all came to help, while Mrs. Li sat alone in the main room.
It took several people quite a while to move some clothes and luggage to the side room.
