Mrs. Liu Jin saw the child's perplexed state and was in a hurry, "Qiao Qiao, you must quickly tell Miss Su you've thought it through; this is what your Aunt wants you to say."
Seeing the struggle on Jin Qiao's face, Su Wenyue didn't want to pressure her too much, as after all, she needed to come to a decision herself.
"Let's do this: first, take Jin Qiao to wash up and change her clothes, let her eat something, and then she can tell me her decision. This is a big matter concerning her entire life, after all, so it's normal for her to need more time to think."
"Exactly, exactly," Mrs. Liu Jin quickly agreed, also hoping to use this time to persuade her niece.
As Su Wenyue spoke, she took out a set of clothes from the box, which were originally made for Mrs. Liu's daughter, Xiao Hua, aged seven this year. Although Jin Qiao was a few years older than Xiao Hua, their sizes were similar, and now the clothes would fit Jin Qiao just right.
