"Alright, alright!" Wang Cuihua said discontentedly, "All you people, you want Su Qingyue to make you rich, but when you were getting rich, who shared with her? When the Xiao Family was in trouble, who lent them a single cent?"
Listening to this, Su Qingyue felt that Wang Cuihua seemed to be defending her on the surface, but in reality, she was reminding her that the Zhou Family had lent money to the Xiao Family, and her family should be grateful.
She hopes Qingyue wouldn't think like that. Speaking of debt, Zhou Fuquan's life was still saved by her second brother.
Qingyue glanced at the carriage and noticed that some clever people had already taken note of what seasonings she had bought, probably thinking that the stir-fried fern she cooked had some of those seasonings in it. She looked at them too.
Madam Qian touched the cotton wadding on the cow's car and said, "The cotton wadding in my house is so old it's hardened. I've never touched cotton this comfortable..."
