C47 Walk down

"Madam, please." Mother Wu was holding a cup of coffee as she stood by the door. Crack! Crack! The sound of a porcelain cup hitting the tray could be heard. The old man's hand was currently trembling slightly. It was only five words, and it was as if he was tearing at a piece of cloth. The old man spoke slowly and with great difficulty.

Although she was one of Liao Residence's servants