Qiao Xiaomai looked at Tong Sanlang and understood what he meant in an instant. She reached behind her, "It's under the mat."
She took out a set of summer clothes from the spatial bag, a deep navy blue with scattered flowers. Tong Sanlang thought that the color of the dress was too dark for her age, so she had not worn it since Qiao Zhaodi made it.
It would be perfect for Zhuang Lühe now.
Not just clothes, she also took out a wooden comb, a round brass mirror, and even a box of rouge.
Qiao Dami was surprised and stopped eating his scallion pancake. Holding a piece in his small hand, he leaned over her and looked behind her, "Wow, sis, you brought so much stuff?"
Why hadn't he seen any of it all day?
"It's all stuffed under the mat, it would take up space on top of it." Qiao Xiaomai ruffled his hair, "Eat up quickly. Our mom is coming after we finish eating."
