"You! What am I supposed to say to you!" Shi Yumei was utterly frustrated with her, as if hating iron for not turning into steel. Hearing this, she couldn't help but look carefully around the room at the arrangements. What she saw was a stark simplicity, a night-and-day difference from the previously splendid and exquisite decorations!
Shi Yumei conveniently ignored the fact that Gu Fangzi was in mourning and snorted: "She has reduced your room to this state, and you still speak for her! Even the homes of our more dignified housekeepers are more refined than this!"
Saying that, she asked, "What about the original items? Why did you obediently put everything away? You should have kept a few and displayed them, so it looks somewhat presentable!"
