The clothes worn by the handsome uncles and beautiful aunties on TV were all made by my mom.

When An An said this, she proudly raised her chin high.

Her big, bright eyes sparkled with pride.

Lele wiggled her little legs and pounced on Yang Qiaoqiao, hugging Yang Qiaoqiao's face and giving her a kiss, then gave Yang Qiaoqiao a thumbs up, "Mom, you're the best!"

Little Guoqing looked at Yang Qiaoqiao with admiration, "Auntie is so amazing! The clothes Auntie made were even featured on the Spring Festival Gala!"

Yang Qiaoqiao was also very excited. The clothes worn by the Spring Festival Gala hosts were made after the sponsorship contract was signed. She and her team flew to Beicheng, communicated with the hosts and the program organizers overnight, took measurements, made designs, and finally rushed to produce them.

The hosts of the Spring Festival Gala are undoubtedly talented, and their clothing suits them perfectly.

When the host came on stage tonight, Yang Qiaoqiao knew that this time, Yiren Clothing's brand had really made a name for itself.

Yang Qiaoqiao raised her glass, looking at Qiao Haifan with gratitude.

"Afan, thank you."

Qiao Haifan looked at her face, which was even more radiant with joy and excitement, as if it were glowing.

He laughed and said, "Why are you thanking me? You negotiated the sponsorship yourself, and you and your team designed the clothes. Qiaoqiao, all your success is well-deserved."

He simply acted as a go-between for her.

Yang Qiaoqiao knew the value of Qiao Haifan's connection with the Spring Festival Gala program team.

Before she could say anything more, her mobile phone rang.

She quickly answered the phone.

Upon hearing that the person on the other end was inquiring about Yiren Clothing, Yang Qiaoqiao immediately began explaining the situation to them while going upstairs to her room, so as not to let her work interfere with everyone's holiday.