Jiang Xiulan has been quite delighted these past two days.
There hasn't been a single trace of those two children.
The entire village has mobilized, but not a word of news has come back.
If a few more days pass and those two can't be found, and Gu Xiaojie doesn't return, it will mean the end of Gu Ruhai's only heir.
Jiang Xiulan smugly lifted the pot lid, scooped out the poached eggs, sprinkled some green onions, added a drop of sesame oil, and served it to Li Xuemei.
Li Xuemei hadn't eaten or drunk anything for two days and nights; she had wasted away to skin and bones, like a breathing skeleton.
Now was the time for her to perform publicly. The more she, as the sister-in-law, took care of Li Xuemei, the more people in the village would talk well of her in the future.
This moment was about giving face to Gu Xiaocheng and earning goodwill for herself.
