When Song Can heard Charlene's compliment, she couldn't help but turn around. She learned that the sweet voice belonged to a pretty, young girl with bags of shopping hanging off both her arms.
The bags were all from luxury brands. This young girl obviously came from money.
Song Can was delighted. "Young lady, does this really look good on me?"
Charlene nodded quickly.
"Very much so."
Song Can chuckled. What a lovely girl.
Sigh, it was so much better to have daughters. Daughters were much more caring, unlike her son, who disregarded all parental advice when he was grown.
Sometimes, when he came home, they would start arguing after just a couple of verbal exchanges. Grown sons never listened to their mothers.
Plus, their arguments were always about Shu Pan. Song Can couldn't help but sometimes wonder if Shu Pan was the bane of her existence.