Su Yaoguang ran fast, as slippery as a rat, and Zhang Zhaodi couldn't catch up, so she could only wave her knife towards the others.
"I say, are you all idle? If any of you dare talk nonsense again, the knife in my hand won't discriminate."
"It's our fault, we'll never speak recklessly again." The women hurriedly apologized.
"We genuinely like Yaoguang and think she's at such a flowering age now. It's too unfair for her to be alone all day, not that Young Master Zhou is bad."
"What do you know? When choosing a husband, pick someone young. If you find an older one, he won't be useful in a few years. Young is better, full of energy, like an ox that never tires."
Zhou Wangshu: "..."
Even though Zhang Zhaodi was speaking on his behalf, why did it sound so odd?
The women indeed looked at Zhou Wangshu with peculiar eyes.
Zhou Wangshu felt uncomfortable all over and quickly slipped away.
