In the night, a shadow slowly approached, sticking close to the bed, watching her.
Jiang Yu opened her eyes to see the face in front of her, and Madam Zhao was startled by the suddenly awakened Jiang Yu, just about to leave but was stopped by her shout.
"Aunt Zhao, do you have something to say to me?"
Madam Zhao, somewhat flustered, quickly denied.
"No, no, I entered the wrong room. Does your foot still hurt?"
"It hurts, how could it not? Your daughter caused this, leaving me unable to walk or dance normally for the rest of my life. Aunt Zhao, what do you say to this?"
"It was Jiang Lai who wronged you. I will help you teach her a lesson. Rest well."
Jiang Yu's voice came again.
"Teach her a lesson? How do you plan to help me do that? Aunt Zhao, you're so good to me."
Madam Zhao couldn't bring herself to look into Jiang Yu's eyes and replied with a choked voice.
