"Auntie Cao, Grandma is kind-hearted. She won't slander a good person. Don't worry about that." Song Yu smiled at Auntie Cao and comforted her. "Don't worry, Uncle Zhao was really framed. He'll definitely be fine."
"I hope so." Auntie Cao lowered her gaze and sighed helplessly. She wanted Song Yu to return to the Lu family and put in a good word for Old Zhao, but what Song Yu meant was that she no longer planned to speak up for Old Zhao.
The more Auntie Cao thought about it, the more uneasy she felt. After some thought, she said, "Sixth Miss, I know Matriarch likes you a lot. Why don't you put in a good word for Old Zhao? He especially doted on you in the past."
The smile on Song Yu's face did not change. She slowly put down her bowl and chopsticks, picked up a cup at the side, and took a sip of water. Only then did she say, "Auntie Cao, Grandma, Dad, and Mom will handle such a big matter. It's not appropriate for me to speak up for Uncle Zhao at this time!"
