A few women were talking softly about personal hygiene, each sighing.
Zhang Rongrong couldn't help but her eyes flickered when she heard this. She was so close to Brother Xiangyang, yet he always kept his distance. Could it be because she didn't maintain personal hygiene well?
She suddenly felt melancholic. Without soap or shampoo, she couldn't make herself smell as fragrant as Yang Mei.
She looked at Yang Mei beside Liang Yuan. Her hair was soft and shiny, showing no sign of greasiness, clearly well taken care of.
Yang Mei's face and neck skin were delicate, seemingly well cared for as well. Looking at her own skin, many areas were dry and cracked.
In comparison, it was truly worlds apart.
She took a deep breath, becoming increasingly curious and yearning for the commercial center over at Yangshan. She really wanted to go and see it herself.
Yang Youwei listened to Old Yang's complaints and couldn't help but be dumbfounded.
