Xiu Min heard this and immediately felt a pang of sourness in her heart. Her daughter, Mianmian, had never suffered since she was a child. She had been raised delicately. Since getting married, her smile had become more and more rare, and her hands had turned rough with work—it was clear she hadn't had it easy.
She ached for her daughter and wanted to give her something to make up for it. Before, her daughter would have accepted, but now she flat-out refused.
With her husband there, she was afraid of saying too much and embarrassing her daughter, so she dared not say more, only letting out a quiet sigh.
Li Yue knew Wan Dongcheng's temperament. Having heard Li Shiping's words, he could guess what was going on, so he said, "Whether you buy clothes or not, you should go out with Mom and look around! Last time, you bought clothes that Mianmian really liked."
