"If the sales are good, we can raise the price further later."
"At some places that specialize in high-end custom clothing, a single outfit can sell for tens of thousands."
Li Zhiyan felt that Zhao Shumin making custom clothing definitely had a very promising future.
"Alright, Aunt will do as you say."
Zhao Shumin trusted Li Zhiyan deeply.
Over the following hours, Zhao Shumin worked on her sewing, while Li Zhiyan studied nearby. The two chatted occasionally, and a feeling of home quietly spread in both their hearts.
Watching Zhao Shumin as she focused on her needlework,
Li Zhiyan felt an overwhelming sense of security. When Aunt Zhao had sensed danger before, she had always stepped in front of him to shield and protect him.
"Aunt Zhao, we really feel like family now."
"What, do you think I'm like your mom and you're like my son?"
"No, you're more like my wife."
