Zhong's mother noticed the big bags of men's clothing brands Xin Xiaoxiao was carrying, assuming they were for Zhong Qingyang.
Before Xin Xiaoxiao could speak, she was already flattered.
Then she politely said, "He has a lot of clothes, you should just go out and have fun with your friends."
Xin Xiaoxiao frowned at the elderly lady.
Madam, which eye of yours saw that these were bought for your son?
"Auntie, you misunderstood, these are for my dad."
Xin Xiaoxiao bluntly told Zhong's mother that the clothes were not for Zhong Qingyang.
But she didn't mention that the clothes were actually for Xiang Yiqing, she was mindful of maintaining some tact.
While speaking, she avoided looking at the embarrassed and disappointed expression on Zhong's mother's face, freed a hand, and pulled a white plastic bag from her Chanel bag, smilingly saying to Zhong's mother, "This is for him."
A leftover roasted sweet potato.
