"Qianqian, Xiao Yu." He Jun looked uneasily at the two children standing gracefully at the entrance of the magnificent mansion and tugged at his clothes, "Do I look alright in this outfit?"
Huang Yueran had also left the store to her employee and had gone home to change into clothes she had found there, which were much better than He Jun's washed-out jeans and old shirt. Although the clothes were made by herself, she was quite proud of them; they were rushed out to be worn at An Hao's full-moon hundred-day banquet.
"It's not a fashion show, let's go, let's go." He Wenyu naturally took He Jun's arm.
Luo Qianqian didn't miss the troubled look that He Jun was trying to hide and smiled, taking Huang Yueran's arm, "Godmother's clothes are so beautiful, they must be a unique custom-made item that can't be bought."
Huang Yueran smiled somewhat sheepishly but still looked nervously at Luo Qianqian and He Wenyu, "How is it, do they pass muster?"
"Absolutely." He Wenyu gave a thumbs up.
