Old Mrs. Song thought about it and realized it was true.
As domineering as Chu Zizhou's mother might be, she wouldn't want to embarrass her son here, right?
Even if she felt aggrieved, she would have to bear it.
Song Yunuan entered the western wing's workroom, where Xia Guilan and Lian Xiang were busy.
There wasn't much fabric left.
Song Liang had gone to the county town early in the morning, saying he was going to make contact with the textile factory.
This was feasible.
They were acquainted with each other, and their own service station was considered a sizeable entity.
Going to stock up on supplies was also normal.
Actually, by now, they could go to Nan City and buy supplies in bulk, Song Yunuan thought it might be a good idea to find a time to go with her father.
Two more sewing machines had been added to the house.
They had all been purchased with industrial tickets given by Gu Huai'an.
Song Yunuan casually asked, "Where's Asheng?"
"He ran off to see your uncle."
