"Pretty." Xu Zhihao glanced at Xu Jiaojiao, her pink cotton-padded coat really made her delicate face bloom like a flower.
Those more than ten yuan were well spent.
In his heart, Xu Zhihao thought that this time he returned, he had indeed spent a substantial amount of money.
"Qiuyun is about to give birth, and there'll be many expenses in the future, so don't be extravagant in your spending," Zhao Juxiang was concerned about her son's finances. It was enough to buy for her and his dad, but even the in-laws, as well as Zhiyuan and Jiaojiao, got new clothes—which must have cost a lot, right?
"Mom, this is a token of filial piety from me and Qiuyun," Xu Zhihao's words were as sweet as honey, and they sounded exceptionally pleasant.
"Grandma knew I didn't love you in vain." Liu Sanmei smiled with her eyes squinting. She was fully aware of Zhao Juxiang's thoughts, but even though she understood them, she didn't agree with the little schemes Zhao Juxiang had in her heart.