Qin Mu sat on the side watching. After seven to eight minutes, she couldn't take it anymore and picked up a few pieces of fabric placed on the table by Xiaomei to show her.
Ten minutes later, she was still crying. Qin Mu sighed helplessly and then asked, "Which of these two fabrics do you prefer for a qipao?"
Mrs. Chen heard Qin Mu's question, lifted her teary gaze to look at her, and then at the two fabrics in her hand. She pinched them both for a moment and replied, still somewhat tearfully, "This one feels more textured, and this one is softer. I'll choose the softer one."
Qin Mu looked at her curiously, her sharp gaze making no effort to hide her skepticism towards Mrs. Chen's stubbornness.
"I have a great figure, so I look good in anything. Of course, I'll pick something comfortable."
Qin Mu...
This woman, this fragile, beaten-down demeanor truly makes people...
Even other women would want to protect her.
