"You can dress beautifully," Gu Nuan seemed to read her mind and replied to her.
Zhong Qiaohui wrinkled her nose, "Who do you think I'm dressing up for? His brother isn't coming, and he's not going either."
"Are you only thinking about those two, determined to become the daughter-in-law of the Zhang Family?" Gu Nuan seemed to argue with her.
"That's because I have no choice," Zhong Qiaohui said resignedly, "I've been indoctrinated by my own family since I was little that I have no option but to become the Zhang family's daughter-in-law."
Gu Nuan ignored her nonsense and only knew one thing, "You probably think being the Zhang family's daughter-in-law is profitable."
Zhong Qiaohui made a funny face at her: Who knows?
It was already very late, almost eleven o'clock. Gu Nuan was preparing for bed. Zhong Qiaohui was sharing the room with her tonight, so she helped tidy up the blanket and sheet on the bed first.
