"Qingqing, come take a look, these are my old clothes. If you don't mind, you can have them!"
"I don't mind at all. To tell you the truth, Sister Yuan, I've been worrying about this very thing.
I've been wearing Kaiyang's clothes for the past couple of days, and what you're giving me is like sending charcoal in snowy weather!"
Luckily, Zhang Kaiyang isn't fat, but the clothes still look a bit loose on me.
It certainly wasn't a perfect warm fit, so now that Jhiang Yuan has brought some clothes over, I'm very grateful.
It was Ye Mianmian's voice that woke her up, and Fan Qing, feeling a bit embarrassed, quickly called her over: "Sister Mianmian, come take a look, Sister Yuan brought a lot of clothes."
Upon hearing this, Ye Mianmian waved her hand.
"You pick, Sister Yuan gave me quite a few before, and I have enough."
It really was enough. In comparison, she had even wanted to give a couple to Fan Qing.
Now, that was no longer necessary.
