Shan Rong had changed into a brand new set of spring clothes. It was a maroon color suitable for both young and old, giving off a dignified air, as if she had become ten years younger.
She looked at herself in the mirror and thought that she looked beautiful in this dress. However, she already had a grandson, so why did she dress up so beautifully? She felt uncomfortable.
"Do I need to change?" she asked Gong mo as they were about to leave.
"Change what? It's already good enough!"
"It's not like I don't like it."
"Then there's no need to change!"
"I'm not talking to you anymore!" Shan Rong choked and turned to walk away.
Gong mo snickered and followed behind with Sheng nanxuan, pushing the baby stroller.
