Indeed, in the circles of ladies and madams, if you wear the same outfit and accessories a few times out, others will more or less feel something is off.
After all, in this circle, which woman doesn't have her own dressing room, with countless accessories?
"That's not right." Chaya Davis was overjoyed inside, but her face still appeared rather troubled, "The money is all earned by you through hard work. I don't have money to give you, and yet I'm always spending yours, this... this is not right!"
"Mom, isn't my money your money? Besides, buying a few pieces of clothing and some jewelry for my mom is no problem at all." Ophelia Wilson said with a smile, "Mom, come upstairs with me, I'll give you a card."
"This isn't right..." Despite feeling excited enough to fly over and grab the card, Chaya Davis outwardly continued to demur.
Ophelia Wilson didn't say much more but pulled Chaya Davis upstairs, took a card from the drawer, and said with a smile, "Mom, use it as you please."
