Embroidered Pouch

The news quickly reached the old residence.

Ever since they spent all their money to send Song Maolin to the academy, their entire family could only eat wontons and vegetables every day. They were green with envy when they heard that Song Jingchen's family were eating well. If those outcasts had the spare money, they should have given it to the old Song family instead.

Song Dajiang sat under the eaves and smoked his pipe. He recalled what Song Maolin had said before he left home.

His eyes lit up. They just had to wait a bit longer. Someone would come and deal with that family. After that, everything would be theirs.

Shen Yijia had been a little angry these past few days because she had been stuck doing embroidery. In order to give Song Jingchen a surprise, she even hid in Madam Li's room to embroider.

The problem was that she didn't know how!

She couldn't understand why her hands couldn't cooperate with her and embroider a small pouch.