"Which one are you asking me?"
The sharp-tongued Manager Yao of Wangchen Tower was actually stumped by the question. Before he could figure out how to answer the question, a distinguished guest came to the front hall. Judging from his appearance, he might be the son of a wealthy family.
Xiao Nanhui squinted her eyes and hadn't seen clearly yet when suddenly the sky above her head went dark and a flowered dress with a scent of powder fell on her head.
She was furious and was about to explode when Yao Yi's cunning voice quickly came over her.
"Stop talking! Someone's coming!"
She paused, subconsciously not wanting to cause trouble for her friend, but then she felt a little aggrieved.
She had just survived a great disaster and gone through many hardships, but now her only friend was so cold to her.
No, this is more than just cold, it's outrageous.
Yao Yi didn't care what she said in her heart. He pushed her almost impatiently, and she was led into a room like a donkey pulling a mill.
"Wait here for a moment. I'll go take care of those people outside and then come back to see you."
Yao Yi said something, turned around and slammed the door.
The large floral cloth on Xiao Nan's head slowly slid down, revealing her confused face.
She thought about how she had never seen this stingy shopkeeper look so disgusted when she had come to see him before. Could it be that she had been bedridden for too long due to this illness, making her look so shameful?
She put the wine jar in her hand on the table, walked to the dressing table in the corner with the flowery dress on her head, leaned close to the bronze mirror on the table and looked left and right for a while, but did not find anything wrong with her face.
The bronze mirror seemed to have not been taken care of for a long time and had already turned a bit patina.
She grabbed the floral handkerchief beside her and wiped the mirror, moving closer to get a closer look.
At this moment, the door behind her was suddenly opened.
A figure came in quickly, closed the door, and leaned against it, panting.
Yao Yi is quite quick.
"Are you back?"
Xiao Nanhui slowly turned around while holding the flowered handkerchief, and saw Su Pingchuan's shocked face.
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