Just then, the whispering in the hall had greatly subsided.
Someone stepped inside, and the owners of the various embroidery workshops could not bother gossiping about Shen Hua anymore. They all rushed forward to flatter.
"What wind has blown you in?"
——"You jest."
"Last time I went to Shengjing, I intended to invite you for tea, but you were always so busy. This time, please give the Zhu Family Embroidery a chance."
——"No need to trouble yourself."
"Zhou Family Embroidery Workshop's embroideries need your discerning eye to appraise them this time."
——"..."
Shen Hua, intrigued, turned her head to see which hallowed figure had arrived. Upon seeing the face amidst the crowd, her eyebrows slightly furrowed.
"Do you know them?" Xie Xun asked.
"They managed the dowry for me."
It was none other than the Manager of Yifeng Hall.
No wonder these people were being so exceptionally humble.
