"Shopping?" Jiang Yingyue was perplexed. She had a hard time following Yan Meilin's train of thought. But she also understood that there were many things she needed to buy in person, such as skin-care products and lingerie. Although Han Qingshan had bought some, it was simply too embarrassing to use it.
But currently, she did not have the money to buy these things. So far her skin had been fine, even with the minimum amount of maintenance, and Han Qingshan had already bought some lingerie for her, so she did not need to spend money on it.
Yan Meilin seemed to understand her thoughts, and her eyes grew tender. Jiang Yingyue was such a filial girl, and so humble. It was no wonder that her parents were so proud of her.
"Dear, you are my daughter-in-law," Yan Meilin sighed. "All that is mine will one day become yours, and all that is Han Qingshan's, will also become yours.
