"What's the matter?" Xia Ying, startled by her friend's sudden shout, immediately asked anxiously and slowed down the car.
Su Xiaoyue didn't have time to answer Xia Ying's question; she rolled down the window and leaned out to watch Aunt Ying's departing figure, unaware that Su Xiaoyue had rolled down the window and was staring at her. In her mind, these high and mighty young masters and mistresses didn't notice the likes of them—the workers.
Like Zhou Jingyun and her daughter, they never interacted with the workers, not even giving them a direct glance.
Xia Ying saw Su Xiaoyue roll down the window and stare at an old lady's departing figure, intended to stop the car to let Su Xiaoyue watch more slowly, but Su Xiaoyue sat upright again, rolled up the window, and said to Xia Ying, "Don't stop the car, don't let her know I'm watching her."
"Who is she? That auntie delivering vegetables?" Xia Ying asked curiously, "Do you know her?"
