Jiahui quickly moved her chair to Song Ning's side. "Wow! Song Ning, this dress is too beautiful! The embroidery on it is too exquisite! Who made this?"
Song Ning looked at the computer screen and said softly, "My mother. These are all my mother's works."
"Really? It's too amazing! Is this the first time you've seen these photos? Why do I feel like you're also amazed by it as though you're seeing them for the first time?"Jiahui reached out and patted Song Ning's head.
Song Ning nodded. "Yes, this is the first time I'm seeing them. These three were my mother's works from her previous international competition. They won a golden award so the organizers kept them for display purposes. They weren't in China so I didn't have the chance to see them. The other two were donated by my mother to a charity. I heard they were kept as collectibles."
