Xue Sufen: "..." "It's obvious that she uses good stuff for food, clothing, and other necessities."
Old Mr. Xue: "Where do you see that her provisions for food and clothes are good? I've seen Qiaoqiao more than once, and I didn't think her clothes were that great."
Xue Sufen counted off: "The meals she orders in the dining hall are all meat dishes. The clothes she wears are particularly stylish, especially that slim-fitting black sweater with a black midi skirt, topped with a woolen light coat. It's an export surplus. How could she get it without stealing or robbing? I don't even have export surplus clothes. The little kettle she uses is just like mine. Mine was a gift from my aunt. Who gave hers to her?"
Xue Lingfeng's gaze traveled inside the house, his wife and his old mother were gone. "What color clothes did your mom and your grandma wear today?"
Xue Sufen choked.