"Cheng, let me handle this." Mrs. Meng agreed.
While the couple was talking, Zhuang Qingsui had already tried on her new clothes and emerged.
A moon-white blouse, pea-green pleated skirt, adorned with embroidered orchid grass on a cinnamon-coloured waistband. Zhuang Qingsui's face looked delicate and adorable. Two ribbons on the side of her hair buns make her even more lively.
"She looks lovely." Unable to resist, Mrs. Meng nodded and hugged Zhuang Qingsui, who looked as delicate as a carved jade, "The more I look, the more I like her."
Mrs. Meng has two children, both sons and no daughters.
It is true that sons bring solid support to the family and carry on the family line. But the lack of a sweet and lovely daughter does leave some regret.
Mrs. Meng likes the capable and strong-willed Zhuang Qingning just as much as she likes the lively and adorable Zhuang Qingsui. She just can't love enough of them.
Flattered, Zhuang Qingsui blushed and thanked Mrs. Meng and Zhuang Yutian.