"Ma'am..."
Aunt Zhang walked up to Mrs. Qiao with a low eyebrow and a pleasing expression, showing a submissive, nervous and scared look.
Butler Liu followed behind her, looking at her bitterly, just wanting to stuff Aunt Zhang's mouth with something.
However, in the presence of Mrs. Joe, she could do nothing.
"Oh, I remember you, you are Aunt Zhang... You are also an old man under the management of Butler He. Come on, come on, sit down, tell me, what is the bed sheet you mentioned outside just now?" what happened?"
Aunt Zhang sat down under Mrs. Qiao's encouraging eyes, and said in a 'very promise' way: "It's the young lady..."
As soon as she opened her mouth, seeing Mrs. Qiao's face darkened, Aunt Zhang quickly changed her words.
"Uh, it's Miss Su Qing's room. The sheets in her room are not enough."
When Jiang Manyun heard this, she asked suspiciously: "Okay, why is there not enough sheets in her room? Our Qiao family is not so stingy, we don't even have all the sheets?"
"No, no, no, all guest rooms have at least three sets of replacement bedding according to regulations, and the room where Ms. Su Qing lives has four sets. There is absolutely no problem of lack of preparation."
As if she was afraid that Mrs. Qiao would be held accountable, Aunt Zhang hurriedly explained the situation of the guest room clearly.
But as soon as these words came out, Mrs. Qiao frowned even tighter.
"Since Su Qing's room has four sets of bedding, how can there be not enough sheets? And just now, I heard Mo Han's name, and this matter has something to do with the young master?!"
"This... this..." Aunt Zhang was in a dilemma, not knowing whether to say it or not.
Mrs. Qiao felt that Aunt Zhang had something to hide on purpose when she saw it, so she immediately said with a sullen face, "Aunt Zhang, Madam is asking you something now, you'd better tell me what you know. I don't want to ask a servant at home. It’s a waste of time to ask half a day.”
"Yes, yes, ma'am, I will say this and say..."
Aunt Zhang seemed to be stunned by Mrs. Qiao's threatening words.
Regardless of whether those words are suitable or not, I immediately spit out what I know.
"Ms. Qiao slept in Miss Su Qing's room every night, and didn't leave until dawn. The next day, when we went to clean up the room, not only was the bed sheet dirty, but the bathroom was often in a mess. …sometimes…the couch also falls a little…ummm…strange stuff…”
"And it's not just that, it doesn't matter if it's dirty, but the bed sheet will always be torn. And... I don't know if the young master... The young master is in the room, what happened to Miss Su Qing. Anyway, I accidentally once I went in to clean the room, and happened to bump into Miss Su Qing who came out of the bathroom, and I saw... saw... "
Aunt Zhang's face turned red, and she couldn't continue speaking for a while.
However, these words made Mrs. Qiao anxious.
Her eyes were wide open, and even her mouth, which was covered with bright red lipstick, was wide open, but she didn't realize it.
"And then? What did you see... why didn't you say it?" Mrs. Qiao was so anxious that she wished she could open Aunt Zhang's mouth and tell her to speak out quickly.
"me… "
"Oh, don't keep 'me me me', say it... say it!"
Under Mrs. Qiao's urging, Aunt Zhang broke her heart and finally gave up: "I saw Miss Su Qing's neck, chest, and even her waist, with bruises and purple hickeys everywhere. Look... cough ... It can be seen that Qiao Shao made too much effort at night and got it out!"
After finishing speaking, Aunt Zhang buried her face down, and two streaks of blush appeared on her cheeks.
[I got off work late today, I just wrote a chapter, and the next chapter will be before 18:30]