The sunlight streamed through the terrace into the room, filling it with warm, radiant golden light.
Song Tan raised her wrist, turning back and forth to admire the ancient gold bracelet engraved with arabesque patterns, looking quite pleased.
She thought to herself: This pair of thoughtful mother and son are truly considerate with their gifts—sometimes clothes and shoes, other times jewelry—always managing to adorn and delight me.
Otherwise, if it were up to me, I might not even remember to buy any jewelry or beautiful clothes and shoes for the family after two years.
It's been quite a profitable year too, not buying a car because Song Sancheng isn't skilled enough to handle it, but if clothes, shoes, and jewelry aren't bought, it would seem too stingy during the New Year's celebrations.
Thinking of this, she thanked earnestly again, "Thank you, Auntie, I really like it."
Lun Jing could hardly contain her laughter.
