Zhuang Luhe looked at the jewelry that dazzled the eyes and felt a sourness in her nose, unable to hold back her tears once again.
Qiao Xiaomai hurriedly consoled her, "Crying is bad for the eyes, and your eyes still need to be preserved for making her clothes."
Upon hearing this, Zhuang Luhe hastily wiped the tears from her face.
Indeed, her eyes had a significant use, she couldn't go blind; she had to make many beautiful clothes for her daughter.
Stopping her tears, Zhuang Luhe moved out several bolts of fabric, and standing at the Warehouse door, she said to Qiao Xiaomai, "I don't want to see Qiao Changshun. Please prepare a Courtyard for me on the Guest House side."
"There are guards living on the Guest House side, you can just stay at Mai Yuan," Qiao Xiaomai said.
"This is where you and Sanlang live."
The Qiao Xiaomai before her wasn't her daughter, and as an outsider living in this couple's Courtyard, she felt uncomfortable.