In the following days, Lin Qiao stayed in, sewing clothes for Song Tingfan. He was growing fast, his body shooting up, and the clothes bought just before the New Year were already too tight. Sigh, especially around the chest.
It took some time following her own patterns, and she had only embroidered a small part.
As evening approached, Niu Er stood at the door, shouting, "Widow Song, Widow Song!"
Upon hearing his voice, Song Tingfan instinctively grabbed a chair, like a mother protecting her young. Lin Qiao quickly held him back, "Put it down, little uncle, it's nothing." She then went outside.
Niu Er boasted smugly, "I got it done for you, made sure everyone knows, hehe, now let me touch…"
Before he could finish, he was pushed to the ground with great force, shouting an "ouch" as his bottom hit the floor.
