After all, it was the little one who asked for it, so Yue Jiannan simply let Yue Qingqing choose.
"Mom likes you the most," she said with a smile, "whatever you pick, she will definitely be satisfied."
But he already had a plan for how to shift the blame when he got back, saying the girl threw a tantrum and insisted on him buying it.
If mom liked the items, it would definitely be because he had good taste.
If she didn't like them, it would be the little niece's fault.
Yue Qingqing had no idea of the wicked thoughts crossing her uncle's mind, her hands gently touching the furniture in the room, feeling the 'qi' it carried.
She had a vague sense that the heavier and more rustic the 'qi' on the furniture, the more valuable it seemed.
After some thought, Yue Qingqing finally chose a matching set of wooden sofas and a coffee table, along with a dressing table that came with a brass mirror.
