"So tall."
Song Ci and Song Lingzhou looked at the sign of Shangzhen House and marveled with their mouths open.
The sight of the elderly and young duo behaving like they've never seen the world made Song Ruqi, who was standing not far behind them, blush with embarrassment, especially when she noticed the gazes from not far away, which made it even more humiliating.
It was understandable for her fourth brother, but for her grandmother, at such an age, to act so unsophisticated, where was the dignity of the Old Madam of the Prime Minister's Mansion?
So shameful, if she had known, they wouldn't have come out.
Just then, a shop assistant led a guest out, and in front walked a maid with twin buns in pink, accompanied by another maid in blue assisting a young wife with a married woman's hairstyle.
