Yes, he is right.

The maid's face turned pale, and Shopkeeper Wu beside her also sighed with a bit of helplessness.

Yes, humane ethics are here. Mrs. Cheng belongs to the Zhou family. If she is gone, her relatives are naturally qualified to take charge of her things.

She thought that after her mother fell ill, she would encounter many difficulties. Unexpectedly, the first difficulty was that the Zhou family would come to seize the baby.

The victory is justified and irrefutable...

The things that belong to the lady...the property that the lady has worked hard to manage...

Couldn't she guard it for my wife?

Without her, can she do nothing?

The maid looked at Mr. Zhou with a somewhat proud smile, took a deep breath and stepped forward to salute.

"Uncle," she said with a slight smile, "what you said is wrong."

Master Zhou looked at the maid with a serious expression.

"My wife's surname is Cheng, not Zhou." The maid said with a smile, "Even if I want to see the account books, I can only give the servant to the Cheng family."

This little maid!

Sure enough, he is from the Cheng family!

Mr. Zhou stood up angrily, then put away his anger and smiled slightly.

"The Cheng family's people are far away. I'll keep an eye on them first and wait until they arrive." He said, stretching out his hand, "Bring me the account book."

The maid smiled and shook her head.

"Master, the Cheng family is not far away," she said.

Not far away?

Mr. Zhou looked startled, he had thought of it!

"The fourth young master of the Cheng family is in the capital." The maid also said with a smile at this time.

"A child, what does he know!" Mr. Zhou said with a frown.

"Uncle, my wife is also a child." The maid smiled, stretched out her hand and scratched, "Now I don't rely on others for these."

"That's my dear!" Mr. Zhou said while holding back his anger.

"The fourth young master is my wife's brother. Since they both have the surname Cheng, there won't be much difference." The maid said simply.

Wouldn't it be too different if they both have the surname Cheng?!

She was not afraid of being disgusted to death even if she said such disgusting words!

Mr. Zhou stared.

In the academy, the students who were reading aloud were suddenly interrupted, and one by one they looked towards the door.

A child walked in with his head lowered and a bit timidly.

When Mr. Jiangzhou lectures, he is strict in order and hates being interrupted.

He turned to look at the child, his expression obviously a little angry.

The students in the room were a little nervous, waiting for the teacher's anger to pour out.

The little boy stepped forward and whispered a few words into Mr. Jiangzhou's ear.

The room was so quiet that you could almost hear a pin drop.

"Cheng Wenyu."

Mr. Jiangzhou's voice suddenly sounded.

The students subconsciously leaned back to avoid it, and then were stunned.

Cheng Wenyu? Didn’t you scold the child?

Cheng Silang, who was sitting at the end, was a little dazed.

"Jiangzhou Cheng Wenyu." Mr. Jiangzhou raised his voice again and said.

Cheng Silang finally recovered and stood up.

"The students are here," he said anxiously.

"Go." Mr. Jiangzhou said.

Cheng Silang was shocked.

"Sir, sir, student, if the student did something wrong, the student must be kicked out..." he said tremblingly.

Because the incident was so sudden, Cheng Silang was confused and his eye circles were slightly red.

Seeing him like this, Mr. Jiangzhou looked stiff.

"Someone is looking for you, get out of here!"

Mr. Jiangzhou's angry shouts finally came out amidst everyone's expectations.

Cheng Silang ran out in embarrassment and stood outside feeling a little dizzy.

Who is looking for me?

"Fourth Young Master, Fourth Young Master." The maid waved and shouted from the side.

Cheng Silang breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her. It turned out to be her. No wonder he allowed the child to call him. He was not afraid of Mr. Jiangzhou getting angry, and Mr. Jiangzhou didn't get angry either.

He hurriedly walked over.

"Is my sister here?" he asked, looking around.

My wife can't come...

The maid felt a little sour in her heart, but she immediately calmed down.

"No, my wife can't come," she said.

Naturally, the girl's family would not go out easily, so it was normal for the maid to come out and talk. Cheng Silang nodded.

"Fourth Young Master, I need your help with something now," the maid said.

"No need to ask for anything, just tell me if you have anything." Cheng Silang said, thinking of something, he hurriedly untied the money bag, "I still have some money here..."

The maid raised her hand to stop him and shook her head.

"Fourth Young Master, we are not short of money." She said, "We are short of people now."

Shortage of people?

Cheng Silang groaned, looking puzzled.

The carriage galloped and soon stopped in front of Taiping Residence.

"Miss Banqin, why did you bring me here?" Cheng Silang asked, looking up and around.

The flag of Taipingju is fluttering in the wind.

It was dinner time at this time, and there were many cars and horses coming and going, and it was very lively with people welcoming and sending people off.

"Does the Fourth Young Master know this place?" the maid asked.

Cheng Silang nodded.

"I heard from my classmates that there are three treasures here, which are famous all over the capital." He said, looking at it with a smile, "but I haven't been here yet."

Firstly, I don’t have time, and secondly, I don’t want to spend money when I go out.

"Fourth Young Master, come with me," the maid said.

Does this maid want to eat here? Cheng Silang hesitated for a moment, then walked over.

"This is the calligraphy of Anonymous." He said happily while standing in front of the door. He looked up and praised repeatedly, "I have seen copies, but it still feels better to see the original."

The maid looked back at him and smiled.

"Fourth Young Master, come in quickly. You can see as many of these words as you want from now on," she said.

How many do you want to see?

"Do you already know who wrote this?" Cheng Silang asked.

The maid didn't say anything and went straight in.

Cheng Silang hurriedly raised his heels.

Instead of entering the box or leaving the seats, the maid just led him back and forth and up and down.

The waiters passing by greeted the maid with smiles, and the maid nodded slightly in return.

"Miss Banqin." Cheng Silang couldn't help but ask, "What are you..."

"I want Fourth Young Master to take a look at this place," the maid said.

have a look?
To be continued...