"My mother is quite clever in some respects."
Qian Yixiu pouted, "Mom, didn't you say you didn't like that perfume?"
Cheng Yue's face reddened a bit and she said with a smile, "But Mother thought Brother Jiang would like it, so I put it on." As she thought of something, her face grew even redder, hugging Qian Yixiu, she said, "Xiu'er, Mother loves you, even when your daddy comes back, Mother still loves you. But this bed is too small to fit three people, so don't be mad at Mother."
Qian Yixiu glanced at the large canopy bed a few times and said, "Xiu'er knows, Xiu'er also loves her beautiful Mom and won't be mad." After speaking, she packed up some of her own things in the wardrobe and walked out the door.
As she brushed past Qian Manjiang, he even said, "Thank you, daughter. Daddy will make it up to you properly in the future."
Qian Yixiu paused for a moment, didn't say a word, and headed downstairs.
