Wang Qiuman was momentarily stunned when she saw Song Zhiyu, but she wasn't surprised. Since the Old Madam Song was here, it was not unusual for him to show up.
Out of courtesy, Wang Qiuman took a step back, placed her hands on her waist and abdomen, bowed to Song Zhiyu, nodded faintly, and then prepared to leave.
"Hey, you, wait a moment," Song Zhiyu stopped her.
Wang Qiuman turned her head with some curiosity.
Song Zhiyu coughed once and directly asked, "Who was that man you were just seeing?"
Wang Qiuman's face suddenly turned red with shame, anger, and embarrassment.
"Fourth Master Song, what nonsense are you spouting?" How could he see through things so blatantly? Who asks such rude and straightforward questions?
Besides, this tone even had a sense of interrogation. Who she was seeing, what business was it of his?
