Her stomach wasn't hurting that day, but the flow was a bit heavy, so Qiao Duo'er washed her clothes three times, and as a result, the clothesline outside was loaded with garments.
By evening, Er Ya snuck into Qiao Duo'er's room, crouching low.
Er Ya sneakily glanced at Tan Zhenghong; she was still very afraid of this uncle who often kept a stern face.
With a chuckle, Qiao Duo'er said, "Don't mind him, just tell me, okay?"
Er Ya nodded, then leaned in close to Qiao Duo'er's ear and whispered, "Today, Second Auntie came to steal your clothes."
Qiao Duo'er blinked, steal her clothes? She hadn't even finished making her new clothes and was still wearing worn clothes full of patches—who would desire her garments from the Little Wang Clan?
After all, Little Wang Clan wore fine cloth garments, and at most they were only half-worn.
Doesn't that just show the Tan Family's decent standard of living?
"Did you see which clothes were stolen?" Qiao Duo'er asked with curiosity.
