Just as Mrs. Sheng was about to say something else, the house servant came in with an envelope, lowered his head, and said to Mrs. Sheng, "Madam, here is your letter."
"My letter?" Mrs. Sheng's eyebrows raised slightly as she looked at the pristine envelope in the servant's hand with doubt in her heart. "What era is this? Can't people just communicate online? Why bother sending a letter? It's really backward." Though she complained, Mrs. Sheng still honestly took the envelope from the servant, opened it, and poured out its contents.
The envelope contained only a few photos and a thin piece of paper, but the contents were enough to add a frostiness to Mrs. Sheng's already raging mood.
"Sheng Hong, you really are something, aren't you? So many mistresses aren't enough for you, and now you've got me involved. The company's issues aren't even resolved, and you're still playing with women." Mrs. Sheng was trembling all over with anger from the contents of the letter and the photos.
