Qin Bai stood outside the door and chuckled softly, "There's no 'but,' my mother deserves the best clothes in the world."
Cheng Jing paused for a moment before gently lowering her hand, which was about to open the fitting room door.
After a long while.
She gently wiped her eyes and replied with a soft "Mmm".
When Cheng Jing came out of the fitting room, Qin Bai snapped his fingers: "Okay, please wrap this up."
Qin Bai handed the old clothes to the sales clerk.
"Okay, sir, this is the checkout."
After paying, Qin Bai dragged his mother along and started shopping...
This time, Cheng Jing did not refuse and listened to her son throughout.
Try whatever they tell you to try, wear whatever they tell you to wear.
As a parent who doesn't spoil the fun, she knows what to do at this time.
Your son works hard to earn money and wants to buy you something, but you complain that this is too expensive or that is not good. On the surface, it seems like you are doing it for his own good, but that's not really the case.
While enjoying filial piety, one should also put oneself in the younger generation's shoes and understand their thoughts.
The mother and son didn't leave the mall until evening.
Cheng Jing is like a completely different person.
Her slightly wavy hair fell over her shoulders, and she wore a brown trench coat over a white turtleneck sweater.
She wore a long skirt and black high heels that made her legs look long, slender, and straight.
Carrying a limited-edition bag, she exudes the aura of a mature, sophisticated woman; you'd never guess she's over 40.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Cheng Jing was a little surprised.
The torment of illness had prevented her from feeling so confident for a long time.
Qin Bai nodded in satisfaction.
This outfit is quite nice; no matter who comes during the Chinese New Year, this mom will definitely not be intimidated.
At this time, there were still two days until the Chinese New Year.
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