That red wool fabric is really gorgeous. Wa Zhanling's daughter had never seen such a beautiful material before.
The red-and-blue plaid wool she was wearing was already a rare find, purchased from the Number One Department Store in Shanghai. It was also the trendiest style in Shanghai, but compared to that bright red wool fabric, it immediately paled in comparison—it was like night and day.
When Du Juan saw Feng Qingxue's face and heard what she said, she instantly knew this person was not simple. She frowned slightly, "Zhanling, what are you standing there for? Don't let Jiaojiao follow her."
Wa Zhanling had already pulled her daughter, Du Jiaojiao, back before Du Juan could remind her.
"Grandma!" Du Jiaojiao stomped her foot angrily.
