There were a few old pieces of furniture in the lane, and a few women in different clothes sat in the corner of the lane. When they saw someone come in, they all turned around at the same time.
Song qingxiao was prepared to attack if these people screamed at the same time.
Who knew that as soon as she appeared in the square, the women only turned to look at her. After seeing her face clearly, they all showed a slightly surprised and indignant look.
"There's a new person."
A woman of about 23 or 24 years old glanced at song qingxiao, but she did not shout. Instead, she sneered, "
she looks quite well-dressed. Which family's young lady is she? "
Sitting on the bed diagonally above her was a young girl of about 17 or 18 years of age. She was holding a diamond-shaped mirror in one hand and tidying the silk on her head with the other.
When she heard the woman's words, she turned the mirror and saw song Qing's small figure in the mirror. She bit her lower lip.
