"Mother, here's more for you and Father to show my filial piety."
Su Qingluo's eyes curved into crescents as she hugged her arm affectionately.
"Okay, Mother will save it for your dowry."
Li Xiu'e felt gratified by her daughter's filial piety, holding her tender body tightly, reluctant to let go.
"Mother, why're you bringing up the dowry again?"
Su Qingluo hugged Li Xiu'e and acted coquettishly: "I'm not even ten years old, and you're thinking of marrying me off."
"Mother can't bear to part with you."
Li Xiu'e suddenly felt a sourness in her heart, thinking of her daughter's face that resembled Madam Lin's, and couldn't help but feel a touch of panic.
"If Mother can't bear it, Qingluo won't get married and will stay with Mother for the rest of my life."
Su Qingluo smiled obediently, trying to cheer her mother up.
"That won't do!"
Li Xiu'e's expression changed instantly upon hearing this, flustered and exasperated.
