Hearing Yun Chujiu’s words, Mo Fangqin was still a little uncertain. The plain brocade was obviously a defective product. Anyone with eyes could tell. How did it become so popular with her? Was that even possible?
After lunch, Mo Xiaoting sent someone to deliver a few plain brocade to Yun Chujiu.
Mo Fangqin’s heart turned cold when she saw it!
Not only were the colors of the plain brocade mottled, but the patterns on each of them were also different. Even if she wanted to piece them together, she wouldn’t be able to. It would be strange if someone bought these rags!
Yun Chujiu’s eyes lit up as she looked at the rags, it was as if she was looking at gold and silver treasures, “Baby! Baby! Third sister, these will soon turn into shiny spirit stones! When the time comes, I will let you drink soup even if you eat meat.”
Mo Fangqin’s eyes twitched. Drink Soup? If you don’t let me be implicated by you, I will be Amitabha!