Madame Tian felt slightly relieved. She felt both gratified, heartbroken, and guilty. "Good Shan, sorry for the trouble!"
Tian Shanshan smiled. "You will fall when you reach the advanced level. That is true!"
Madame Tian smiled too. "True!"
Tian Shanshan was calm and generous in front of her mother, but when she returned to the boudoir, her face sank.
With one hand holding the scissors and the other holding the cloth, she cut them with a cold face. The silk that cost more than 100 liang turned into rags in her hands.
She would not smash things, no matter how bad her temper was. It would cause too much of a commotion, and she would not look good. She was not reserved enough.
Fu stood by the side with her head lowered, not daring to utter a sound.
Tian Shanshan suddenly put down the scissors and glanced at Fu. "Get the wagon ready. I am going to the Fourth Prince's mansion to greet my cousin."
"Okay, Miss!"
