Upon hearing these words, Old Madam Gong snapped out of her reverie.
"Look at me, I would have forgotten if you hadn't reminded me. Aunt Wu! Are those silk scarves that Zhuang Surong bought for me the other day still around?"
"Yes, Old Madam!"
In a moment, Aunt Wu returned with several silk scarves in her arms.
Although they were all made of silk, the colors were noticeably dark.
With a chuckle, Old Madam Gong handed one to Bai Luowei and another to Jiang Chuyun.
"I'm an old lady now and don't have any fine things to give you. Here, one scarf for each of you..."
The smile on Jiang Chuyun's face froze.
Zhuang Surong, her older sister-in-law, came from an ordinary family and was quite stingy. The things she gave were probably not of much value.
Moreover, the colors were dull, suitable only for old ladies in their seventies or eighties; they were obviously inexpensive, out-of-style items.