章 92: Where's Your Conscience?

Ning Fengnian, who was forcing himself to stay alert, did not understand, but Ning Dalang's expression had already changed.

Madam Song pondered carefully, and her expression turned even uglier.

Although the little tiger's design was not complicated, it was impossible for it to be made according to a finished product on the same day even if the person did not eat or drink. Hence, the Peony Clothing Shop must have obtained the design in advance!

However, she had not left the house for the past few days. Other than delivering food to the head of the household and her sons, she only stayed in the house and embroidered. She had never let anyone see her designs… Suddenly, her face turned as pale as snow—the day she delivered food!