Raising a Son for the Old Wang Next Door

"It's okay, it's okay. It fits." Qiao Sisi clapped her hands. She originally wanted to grab the clothes with her greasy claws, but she probably realized that the clothes were more expensive. She tugged at a wet tissue twice, picked up the clothes, and shook it open…

"Eh? Why are there two sets?"

Qiao Sisi looked at the clearly bigger set.

The clothes were all casual sweaters, and hers was a long skirt. But what was with the male version and pants?

Aunt Chen couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh. "This is a couple outfit Third Young Master requested. Ms. Qiao, see if it fits."

"What's wrong with the sweater? It definitely fits." Qiao Sisi seemed rather easygoing. "Thank you, Aunt Chen."

Not only did Aunt Chen bring clothes, she also brought some snacks.

Qiao Sisi was tired from exercising and ate her fill after changing.