Weilan gave a faint smile, "Young Master Zhuang is rich, from a prestigious family; you should buy this one."
"Xiaoqiao, you penny-pinching little miser, you really are cut out to be an heir. Now I finally understand why my dad chose you."
"No, Old Master Zhuang sought me out not because I'm tightfisted, but because of talent." Weilan held out her hands for Zhuang Yuezhou to see, "Young Master Zhuang, these hands, and here."
She pointed to her temple.
Zhuang Yuezhou laughed. "That's a given, from any perspective, you're fit to be the top embroiderer's heir."
"There must be other crucial conditions though?" Weilan smiled, "Otherwise, Young Master Zhuang, you wouldn't have come."
"Smart," Zhuang Yuezhou smiled slightly. "Xiaoqiao, it's always better to deal with clever people. With fools, you babble on and they still won't understand a word, just a waste of effort."
