Xia Ling said, "That dress is my heartfelt gift to Feifei."
Even though that pink princess dress was cheap and of poor quality, it was the only gift that the late Ye Xingling left for her sister. No amount of luxurious gifts that Xia Ling gave would be able to match the heart behind this small gift.
She looked down at Ye Xingfei. "Accept the dress."
Ye Xingfei nodded. In her memory, that dress wasn't as bad as her mother put it. She said to Xia Ling, "Sister, please bring the dress over for me when you have the time."
Xia Ling nodded in response.
Auntie Liu grew frustrated and prodded her daughter's forehead with a finger. "Useless!" She glared at Xia Ling. "Ye Xingling, you're such a big superstar now, staying in that luxurious mansion and driving such a good car. How can you just watch us struggle in misery? You're really too stingy!"
Xia Ling asked, "Then, what do you want me to do?"
