The lunch was enjoyed by both guests and hosts, and after sending off Aunt Zhou and Zhou Fengjuan, Liu Yulan didn't say anything. She glanced at the sewing machine in the corner and returned to her room to open the previously received letters.
She opened the letter, took out a piece of stationery and a remittance slip, which had the exact amount she had sent last time.
Liu Yulan's fingers tightened slightly around the remittance slip. She quickly read the contents of the letter and snorted coldly in her heart: Just as expected.
When she saw that half-new, half-old sewing machine, she felt something was off. The three crooked words written in pen on the sewing machine table, "sewing machine," seemed familiar.
She wrote to her big brother, asking him to help buy a sewing machine. This was the first time in years she'd troubled him with a request, so he naturally put in his effort. After a few days, he finally found a connection to buy a Shanghai brand sewing machine.
