Qiao Zijin thought about it. At least, she wouldn't lose her own face if she wore it in Ping Cheng.
As such, Qiao Zijin put the cup down and leaned toward Qiao Dongliang. "Dad, where's mine? It will be my new clothes for the new year. Take them out quickly. Seeing that the weather's good recently, I should get Mom to help me wash them. You don't know how dirty these clothes are when they're out of the factory. They have to be washed first before they can be worn. Otherwise, you might get some skin disease."
As she said this, Qiao Zijin took the initiative and reached out to flip the things over. Qiao Dongliang, who was by the side, pulled her hand. "There're so many things here but there's nothing for you."
