As soon as Nanny Meng arrived at the mourning hall, she knelt on the floor and greeted Old Madam Bai in a hoarse voice.
Kuang Yunqiao and Steward Yu had already turned pale, staring at Nanny Meng in disbelief.
Bai Jingli was the first to lose her composure. Pointing at Nanny Meng, she stammered, "You—aren't you a mute?"
"I am not mute. My voice is simply too grating to the ear. Afraid of disturbing the masters, I gradually stopped speaking." Nanny Meng's uniquely raspy voice, sounding like a broken gong, made everyone's ears uncomfortable.
Sweat beaded on Steward Yu's forehead, dripping onto the floor like raindrops. He shot several pleading glances at Kuang Yunqiao, but received no response whatsoever.
Kuang Yunqiao's legs went weak; it was only thanks to Bai Jingyang supporting her from the side that she didn't collapse.
