Zhou Siyu was frustrated for a while, but she quickly calmed down. She couldn't let Shen Mianmian lead her by the nose.
Shen Mianmian wore defective goods, while she bought brand-new ones. She clearly got the better deal, so why should she be angry?
She was the one who was a high and mighty princess; Shen Mianmian shouldn't even dream of turning from a country bumpkin into a phoenix.
But just by seeing Shen Mianmian's lovely face, Zhou Siyu felt uncomfortable again and cursed under her breath, "Little vixen."
Thinking about shopping for clothes the next day, Zhou Siyu went to bed early. After a good night's sleep and having breakfast, she and Zhou Lanfang rushed to the town. They visited several tailor shops, but couldn't find the style Zhou Siyu wanted.
The town's tailor shops had few ready-made clothes, and the styles they did have were all stiff and unchanging, focusing on durability and grime resistance, a far cry from Shen Mianmian's clothes.
