As soon as the word "Aunt Zhang" left Gu Zi's lips, the people from the tenement building froze in shock.
Wait a second—didn't that woman just claim to be Gu Zi's foster mother, walking around like she could dictate Gu Zi's every move?
But here Gu Zi was, addressing her with an icy detachment, as if she were nothing more than a stranger.
Just "Aunt Zhang"? Oh no. Had they completely misjudged the situation? The realization dawned on them with all the grace of a collapsing soufflé—this was awkward.
Still, where there's a crowd, there's always someone quick with a way to save face. One of the tenement residents hurriedly stepped forward and addressed Gu Zi. "Gu Zi, this lady claimed to be your foster mother, so naturally, we thought she had some say here. But forget about that—let's not get bogged down. We've come sincerely to apologize. Truly, we were in the wrong. We were foolish to run our mouths and misunderstand your family. We're so sorry—please forgive us."
