At exactly four o'clock, Mu Qiu finally came out of the room.
Cheng Zhirang had already arrived. How could we let someone wait so long? Yuan Chun was about to raise her voice again to call them when the person upstairs ran down lightly.
The blue skirt swirled up like a fluttering butterfly, soon arriving beside them, and then she twirled in front of them, holding her skirt.
"Mom, Dad, do I look good?"
Yuan Chun fell silent, looking at her delighted face.
It had been a long time since her daughter had asked this question.
The benefit of having a daughter is that she's a cute little bundle you can dress up as you please, in a lovely princess dress, with many braids and bright hair clips.
Taking the child out just once would earn a bunch of compliments, praising how pretty the daughter was, how well-dressed the mother was, and how well-behaved and agreeable the daughter was.
