"It's just a few clothes, isn't it?"
Old Madam Lewis pulled Zoe Lewis to her side, lovingly tidying her hair: "Just buy more, we're all family, be nice to your sister, won't you? Little Zoe won't be mad at her sister because of this, right? Shall I scold her for you?"
Zoe Lewis spoke quietly and timidly: "It's my fault, I'm too stupid and always make sister angry. I just didn't think such expensive clothes would fade, I thought only the cheap fabrics I wear do that."
Cherry Lewis looked at the market stall goods she was wearing, her expression improved a lot: "The more expensive the clothes, the more delicate they are, they need to be hand-washed, one item at a time!"
"Didn't sister's clothes used to be dry-cleaned? Or worn once and thrown away? Just toss these out now, they're all outdated, not suitable for sister anymore."
