"Why is this cat yowling so terribly? It sounds like it's lamenting. I'm guessing it's an old, shameless cat."
Zhang Guifang: Feels like this brat is insulting her, but there's no evidence.
Su Xiaoxiao feigned a yawn and said, "Mom, it's late. Let's go to sleep."
Liu Cuilan, tired after a busy day, couldn't resist and yawned as well once she heard her, "Yeah, let's sleep. Tomorrow morning people will come to take the mugwort, so you, your brother, and I need to get up and help. You can't handle so much on your own."
Su Xiaoxiao: "No problem."
With that, they both went back to their rooms.
Once she heard that everyone had left, Zhang Guifang, who was outside against the wall, finally let out a breath. After mimicking a cat for so long, her throat was almost breaking.
Wait, she seemed to realize a very serious problem. She could have left earlier and come back later, so why did she insist on crouching by the wall meowing like a cat?
