"Mother, are you cold?"
Zhuang Zhuang saw Xiaoguo shivering and thought that she was cold. He rubbed her arms vigorously with his small hands.
"Have an early night. You can sew tomorrow."
Qin Anming also saw Xiaoguo shivering and got worried.
"It's okay. It's not cold."
Xiaoguo was indeed fine, but she suddenly shivered for no reason. Perhaps someone was talking about her.
Rubbing her eyes, Xiaoguo put down the needle and thread in her hands and spread out the half-sewn garments on the table. She looked closely to see where the threads were asymmetrical.
Qin Anming took a look, and saw that the clothes were made for him. He was overjoyed. They looked really good.
"Hurry up and get some rest,"
Qin Anming said to Xiaoguo.
"Then you guys should stop studying too. It's getting late. Rest early."
Xiaoguo watched as the two of them continued reading in high spirits. She could not help but remind them as well.
