Ye Qingci wanted to say something, but Han Miaoyu immediately followed up with another sentence, "Sister-in-law, look, it's an antique calligraphy and painting shop, shall we go in and take a look?"
Ye Qingci asked curiously, "Do you like antique calligraphy and paintings?"
Little girls of Han Miaoyu's age who liked antiques and calligraphy were quite rare.
Um...
Alright.
Actually, she and Han Miaoyu were about the same age, but since Han Miaoyu had a rather simple personality and looked very delicate, she always gave off the impression of being younger than she was.
Secondly, Ye Qingci was already married, and not just recently; she always felt rather old and outdated.
Therefore, she always saw Han Miaoyu as a little sister and herself as much older than Han Miaoyu.
Han Miaoyu gave her a shy look and said, "No, the thing is, last time I had dinner with Brother Xiao, I asked him what he likes, and he said he likes calligraphy and paintings."
Ye Qingci: "..."
Alright.
