Living room:
Watching Qin Mu bend down to massage her foot, Jian Ran softly said, "Mu, that's enough, I'm fine. It's been a long time since I last wore high heels, I just wore them for fun today and got a blister, that's all."
Tang Bao's bright, big eyes turned round as if she thought of something. She reached out her little hand to pull on Jian Ran's skirt hem, and asked in a tender voice.
"Mommy, did you go to work again? Am I going to spend Mommy's money again?"
"Hm, you're not allowed to keep secrets from me. Whenever you go to carry plates, you wear skirts with slits like this."
When Tang Bao was little, her condition was very unstable, and Jian Ran needed to work and study at the same time. With no qualifications at first, she could only work as a waitress in nightclubs, often wearing these qipao dresses.
Jian Ran understood in her heart that it must have been her clothes that led to Tang Bao's misunderstanding.