After seeing the felt, Miss Yan fully admired Xie Liangchen. How could she have thought of placing the felt on the desk? No wonder she felt something was different when writing. At that time, her attention was fully on the pink wax paper, and she hadn't noticed the felt underneath.
"Liangchen," Miss Yan said excitedly, grabbing Xie Liangchen's hand. "You are amazing. Using felt is wonderful. I..."
Meng Changshu couldn't help but laugh seeing Miss Yan like this. She had known Miss Yan for a long time, but it was the first time she saw her in such a state, showing how much she liked the wax paper and this felt.
All the ladies came forward to look.
"There's felt sold in the capital too, but it's not as dense as this."
Xie Liangchen smiled and said, "Felt can also be made into blankets and mats. I've brought many styles. Would anyone like to have a look?"
"Look," Miss Yan promptly said, "With so many good things, how could we not want to see?"
