"That's right." Zhuang Qingsui blinked, "If Brother Wencheng suffers on our account, that would be unfair."
"True, so we need to think of another way for this herbal sachet instead," Zhuang Qingning gently patted Zhuang Qingsui's head.
"Yes!" Zhuang Qingsui nodded eagerly.
The sisters walked and chatted, and soon they arrived at Zhuang's Cloth Shop.
The shop front was neither large nor small, with a human-height signboard at the entrance that gave it a pretty grand look. The constant flow of customers and the continuous laughter from inside indicated that business was good.
Before Zhuang Qingning and Zhuang Qingsui could enter, Mrs. Meng happened to be seeing off a customer. When she saw them, her eyes widened in joy, "Miss Ning, Miss Sui, you're here!"
"Master, Master, quickly come over. Miss Ning and Miss Sui have arrived."
