Liu Liu looked them up and down, taking in their attire. "It seems Yuanmu's family has struck it rich out there. You're quite well-dressed."
Gu Yuanmu tugged at his clothes. These had all been sent over by Old Seventh's wife. Their old, tattered garments had already been thrown away by Wang Caiyue.
"We bumped into Old Seventh. He gave us the home address, which is how we found our way here." Seeing Liu Liu dressed in brand-new clothes with a maid trailing behind her, Gu Yuanmu couldn't help but feel a pang of inferiority. Among all his brothers, it seemed he was the one having the hardest time.
Wang Caiyue, however, was staring at Liu Liu with shining eyes. She might not be able to compare to Jin Qianqian, an official's wife, but surely she wouldn't lose to Mrs. Liu, right?
She would have to have a good talk with Mother later and get a maid arranged for herself, too.
