Madam Ruan closed the door, "Sit on the bed. I'll be quick. I'll fix it for you in a while."
Shu Yu rejected her subconsciously, "No need, I can do it myself, I..."
Wait, she didn't know needlework.
Shu Yu covered her face. She was well-versed in literature and martial arts, and her brain worked quickly, but she did not know how to sew.
In her past life, she didn't need to learn that. After all, the boss was rich, and his clothes were all custom-made. Most of his clothes wouldn't be worn a second time, so they didn't even need to be sent to the laundry, let alone to be sewn.
In this life, she had maids back in the Shu family, though the original "Shu Yu" did know how to embroider. However, after she transmigrated, she only inherited the body's memories and not her skills. As such, until now, she had never mended clothes before.
Madam Ruan looked at her with a smile and lit the candle without saying anything.
