Ruan Xueling sat back down and looked at Mrs. Xu mockingly. "Yangyang always brings me gifts when she goes out. She personally made this perfume, so of course I have to wear it. Mrs. Xu also has a daughter. Don't tell me you can't even understand this?"
Mrs. Xu was about to retort, but she fell silent for a moment.
Her daughter, Xu Xuanyan, had never brought her a gift when she went on a long trip. Most of the time, she had to wheedle and send her money to buy things.
The smiles on the faces of the other madams who were watching froze.
They also thought of their daughters at home. It was not that they did not bring gifts, but every time they came back from a long trip, they did not bring gifts for them.
