Wufu looked toward the direction of the voice and saw several young ladies standing in the northwest corner. Among them, a girl in a pink Petticoats looked arrogantly at the girl in a clove-colored dress standing opposite her.
The girl being scolded had a slightly pointed face that was flushed red, seemingly not good with words, biting her lip and staring hard at the Petticoats Lady.
"How can you talk like that? Who says our young lady can't afford it, it's just..." a little maid beside the clove-colored girl clenched her teeth and argued for her mistress.
"Just what?"
Before the little maid could finish, the Petticoats Lady interrupted her disdainfully, "Just that you don't have money, so you're hesitating and dithering over choices. Hmph, I bet you'll choose nothing by nightfall. Jin Shu, buy all the cosmetics they were looking at for me."
"Yes, Miss!"
"You." The little maid was red-faced with anger.
