"Old man, what do you think about this outfit? Is it too formal?"
The old lady was wearing a brand-new loose blouse, asking the Ruan patriarch who was also picking out clothes.
The Ruan patriarch turned to look and nodded appreciatively with his old face beaming.
"Looks good, makes you look young and lively."
He was generous with his compliments.
The old lady's face lit up with a smile when she was flattered.
But then she thought it might be too formal.
She changed into something more understated.
"This one's too new; I'll wear it when Tangtang comes to our house."
The Ruan patriarch had no objections, "Either is fine."
"Let's leave once you're all changed," he reminded.
Mrs. Ruan looked at the time, it was past nine.
The exhibition had already started.
She hurried to pack up and, pulling on the old man, stepped out the door.
The moment they stepped out, the door to the neighboring courtyard creaked open.
Wan Manzhu's smiling face appeared before the elderly couple.
