Qiongzhi could not bear to see Feng Zhiyi suffer such slights. With her hands on her hips, she snapped back, "Old Madam, what are you saying? We are all going to be one family soon, why draw such sharp lines between 'yours' and 'mine'?"
Mother Meng, who had been eavesdropping while pressed against the wall, gave a cold snort. "I wouldn't dare presume. I am an old woman, and at my age, I only wish for my son to return home to keep me company."
"But our young mistress hasn't seen Young Master Meng for a long time. What is the harm in them spending a little more time together?"
Chapter 87