Back in our hometown, everyone would recycle their worn-out clothes to make shoe insoles and the like. A wealthy person like Shen Mianmian certainly wouldn't do that.
Nobody wears cloth shoes anymore.
With this in mind, Zhu Yun glanced at her own shoes. She saw that she would need to buy a new pair to avoid looking out of place among the rich guests at the upcoming banquet.
Shen Mianmian quickly emerged from the room, holding a bag of clothes. Zhu Yun's eyes instantly lit up, and she hurried forward to take the clothes.
"Wow! Mianmian, are these all for me?"
"Mhm," Shen Mianmian nodded, "These are all used clothes, but I haven't worn them much. If you don't mind, you can take them home to wear."
The clothes Shen Mianmian was giving away were ones she bought herself; she kept the ones given to her by Yang Xiaoxi and Fu Hua.
