In the Changle Palace.
Qiao Jinniang, who had heard Lu Chen’s complaint, went forward and wrapped her arms around Lu Chen’s narrow waist.
Qiao jinniang smiled and said, “Since you want to go out with the two of us, just say it. Why are you sulking if you don’t say it directly?
“Also, look at my hands. I haven’t slept well for two days because of your birthday. I don’t even know how many times the needles have pierced me!”
Lu Chen saw that there were indeed needle holes in Qiao Jin’s smooth hand, and he couldn’t help but feel sorry for her.
Qiao Jin held Lu Chen’s hand and walked to a box. She handed the Tiger Doll to Lu Chen and said,
“You have to put away this birthday gift properly. If someone dirties it again, don’t even think about me making it for You Again!”
Lu Chen took the tiger doll. Although he was in a hurry to finish the work, the stitching was fine, and the tiger’s eyes were embroidered lifelike.
