"Where did these old clothes come from? I don't want them!" Yu Ling disdainfully tossed them aside.
"The clerk said this is Madam Bi Qing's trench coat..."
Yu Ling was startled, then grabbed the clothes and put them on herself.
Jian Xi: "..."
Actually, she had left them behind during her last but one visit to the Fusheng Gallery.
"Mom, are you feeling unwell?" Nan Mufeng asked.
The weather in the seaside city was hot, and a little rain only made it feel cooler, not cold at all.
"No." Yu Ling, draped in "Bi Qing's" coat, led the way forward, "Let's go home."
Jian Xi quickly opened an umbrella to shield Yu Ling from the rain.
"Is this umbrella also from the gallery?" Yu Ling asked.
"Yes, it was used by Madam Bi Qing."
"Good." Yu Ling smiled.
Jian Xi felt honored and surprised: her aloof mother-in-law had finally smiled at her!
With the reservation of a famous painting, Yu Ling was very happy. Everyone was happy. The four of them went home merrily.
