Su Xiaoxiao muttered, "It's just a piece of clothing. There's no need to…"
Su Cheng felt a lump in his throat. "This is the first time you made clothes for me…"
"I bought it…"
"Same thing."
But Su Xiaoxiao felt it was very different.
She looked at Father Su, not knowing what to do.
The tyrant of Xinghua Village actually had such a reaction when he received the cotton-padded clothes from his daughter. She couldn't accept it!
Old Su Cheng was relieved, and tears flickered in his eyes. "You're different after getting married. My daughter has grown up. Don't worry, I'll treat my son-in-law well."
No, what did this have to do with Wei Ting?
She was the one who bought the clothes!
That guy didn't even move a finger!
Why was he being nice to him? He should be beating him up!
"Daya, it's getting late. Go rest," Su Cheng said to Su Xiaoxiao.
"Oh," Su Xiaoxiao said. "Then you should sleep early too."
