Upon hearing these words, the old Mrs. Fu became agitated and sat up from her sickbed, looking at the old Lady Fu and declaring, "I'm the one who's not lucid? I think it's you who isn't clear-headed! Bringing all sorts of riff-raff into our home, you nearly killed this old bag of bones!"
Riff-raff?
Could Mu Luzhu be considered riff-raff?
The old Lady Fu, her eyes reddening with anger, retorted, "Mother, one must have a conscience. How could Luzhu be considered riff-raff? If not for her, you wouldn't be here now. You don't even thank her, and now how can you turn your back on her?"
"Thank her?" The old Mrs. Fu's face had a hint of scorn, "Thank her for almost getting me killed?!" She might be old, but she was not confused. In fact, she had felt something was off about Mu Luzhu from the very first glance.
It wasn't until she saw Mu Qingli that she recalled the whole sequence of events.