Suddenly, there was a burst of noise, as if someone had thrown a stone into the calm lake, and it suddenly disturbed the tranquility of Zhiyun Embroidery Workshop.
"Ms. Su! Go and take a look quickly. Something happened at Old Zhoutou's place!"
Su Jiuli was busy making Cuju brocade boots stitch by stitch. He was suddenly startled by the sudden shout, and his hand trembled. The silver needle pricked his fingertip at once, and a drop of blood immediately seeped out and spread on the slippery brocade, like a small flower that looked a little miserable but beautiful.
"The embroidery workshop is inseparable from people, what should I do?" She muttered quietly, a little unhappy, and a trace of uncertainty flashed between her beautiful eyebrows.
You know, these brocade boots are to be paid tribute to the royal family. If the time is delayed, the entire embroidery workshop will be in trouble.
But the neighbor's next words were like a feather, gently plucking the string called "last wish" deep in her heart.
