It was supposed to be her taking the initiative; how did she end up so passive?
Just giving up like this—she wasn't willing!
If she didn't give up, what was she supposed to do?
While she was still tangled up in it, Yu Xinmei came downstairs carrying her luggage, gave a small smile, and put it down in front of her.
Aunt Luo, who'd been stewing with nowhere to vent, finally found a punching bag: "What do you mean by this? Huh? This house doesn't seem to be your place to call the shots yet, does it? Put the stuff back for me!"
"Auntie, I'm just doing what Madam asked me to do, I'm sorry." Yu Xinmei said, turning around, intending to go back to the kitchen to get busy.
Aunt Luo yanked her back: "I told you to take my luggage back upstairs, didn't you hear? Let me tell you, even if I bicker a bit with Wen Xin, that's internal conflict. She's my sister‑in‑law, my own younger brother's wife, you understand?"
