Zhao Ruo'e didn't expect that Wei Yuewu would suddenly guess what had happened to her. After being dazed for a moment, she calmed down, the expression on her face eased a bit, and she sat down on the chair beside Wei Yuewu.

"Sixth Miss Wei, what's wrong with the brocade that day?" Zhao Ruo'e asked anxiously as soon as she sat down.

"Fourth Miss Zhao, relax. Can I know what exactly is going on?" Wei Yuewu smiled and mouthed calmly.

Perhaps it was ...