Zhi Hua passed the clothes Lu Sheng stole from the bathroom to Old Master Zhou.
They were the clothes Bi Yu had worn at the mourning hall. Looking at them, Old Zhou felt extremely ironic.
When he saw how sad Bi Yu was, he was afraid that his body would collapse. His heart ached after losing his beloved daughter, and he still had to console him.
He did not expect him to be such an ingrate.
Zhi Hua picked up the doll on the floor and removed the silver needles one by one. When she saw the name on it, tears flowed down her cheeks.
She placed the pouch, the sachet, and the doll together. The embroidery was identical.
"Miss uses a running stitch embroidery technique while Xiao Cui uses a back stitch embroidery technique."
Zhi Shu took out a handkerchief and sobbed. "Miss had sewn this for me on my birthday."
They had served Zhou Min in her room. However, they were second-class servants while Xiao Cui was first-class.
