"But this clothing is really too nice." Shen Jianhua was amazed, for he had never seen such fabric.
"People from the city have money," Li Chunhua said as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
Fearing they might ask more questions, she made the excuse that she still had things to do at home and hurried off.
Zhou Siyu looked at the clothes on Shen Mianmian, her eyes red with jealousy.
Thinking back to the robe in her wardrobe, she felt an urge to tear that dress to shreds. Why did Shen Mianmian get a share of every good thing?
She couldn't understand why Shen Mianmian was so lucky, especially since she was in no way better than her.
"A pheasant wearing a golden crown will never become a phoenix," Zhou Lanfang muttered through clenched teeth, glaring at Shen Mianmian before turning to enter the kitchen.
Shen Jianhua gave an awkward smile, "Mianmian, don't mind your mother, that's just the way she talks."
