Burning the Ancestral Hall (5)

"But that's for my sister!" Shen Qiu hurriedly said.

Shen Xin waved his hand. "Have you ever seen your sister taking a fancy in that kind of brocade?"

Even though Shen Xin did not know anything about women, he knew that his daughter did not like those elegant materials. She just liked to wear gold and silver. The tackier, the better. Although he was displeased with her choice of jewelry, there was nothing he could do.

When Shen Qiu heard that, he felt that what his father said made sense. He lowered his head, saying softly, "I came back in a hurry this time and didn't bring any gifts for my sister. I feel guilty just thinking about it."