"He's acting so sneaky and doesn't look like a good person!"

"This kid took the wrong medicine! Don't pay attention to her. She's just a jerk. Go sit inside."

Wan Feng went into the house and took out the clothes from his backpack.

"Aunt, didn't I give you a set of clothes last time? We have made the clothes now. Come and see if they fit you!"

"This kid, I thought you were joking at first. Why give me clothes? It's not like I need clothes."

"What's yours is yours. This is a little gift from me. Try it on and see if it fits. If it doesn't, I can take it back and alter it."

As soon as Wan Feng opened his clothes, Zhou Bingde's wife's eyes were attracted by a magnet and she couldn't move them away.

This was the first time she had seen this style of clothing.

"Where did you get this dress? They don't have it in this style in stores."

"We made this ourselves. We have a tailor on our team, and I designed it based on your figure."

Zhou Bingde's wife wiped her hands and put on her clothes.

But as soon as she put the clothes on, the room suddenly became brighter as if by magic, as if a different person had appeared in the blink of an eye.

The clothes seemed to be tailor-made for her. They fit her perfectly and made her look much younger.

Zhou Bingde's wife turned left and right in front of the big mirror, and even she could hardly believe that the person in the mirror was her.

"Does it look good?" Zhou Bingde's wife asked Wan Feng while turning around.

"Looks good, looks 50 or 60 years younger."

"Hahaha, what you said is really interesting. I'm only in my forties this year. If you do this, I won't feel young anymore."

After Zhou Bingde's wife finished laughing, she shouted toward the window: "Hua'er, Hua'er, come in."

A shout came from outside the house: "What are you doing?"

"Hey kid, come in and see if this dress looks good?"

The beggar girl came in angrily, and as soon as she entered the door, she froze as if under a spell, and the towel she was wiping her hands fell on Lin.