"This Shi family is indeed the richest in Qingzhou, just look at this grandeur! It really lives up to its reputation! Look at this gatehouse, it's even bigger and nicer than our house!" Mrs. Fang couldn't help but tug at her clothes and whispered.
Even with her usual bold and brash nature, upon seeing the rich and formidable atmosphere, she couldn't help feeling ashamed of her inferiority and became somewhat timid.
"Who would say otherwise!" Sang Hong sighed softly. He couldn't help but think, just seeing the entrance like this, how is Awan living here, does she get bullied on ordinary days? Everyone says the Sang family has climbed high, not without envy, but who has thought about the difficulties of their own sister?
Sang Hong straightened his clothes, exchanged a look with Mrs. Fang, and instructed Sang Xiaoquan and his sister to hold hands and follow, both carrying gifts and stepping forward.
"Excuse me, young man--" Sang Hong politely greeted with a bow and a smile.
