In the afternoon, standing in front of the window, Tang Qingxue held a teacup in her hands. She wasn't sure if it was the Jasmine flowers in the cup releasing their fragrance, or if it was the buds in the courtyard blooming, but she faintly sensed a sweet jasmine scent in the air. The last time at the supermarket, it was the first time Yin Hun the Nineteenth interacted with Niannian. Although Niannian didn't have much fondness for him, clearly, Yin Hun the Nineteenth didn't reject Niannian and showed no aversion to children.
"Miss Tang, the suit is ready!"
Aunt Liu brought in a neatly folded men's suit, which Tang Qingxue took in her hands. It emitted a faint scent of laundry detergent.
This was the suit Yin Hun the Nineteenth left in the supermarket last time. She had carefully picked it up, washed it, dried it, mended the damaged parts, and asked Aunt Liu to iron it.
"Mm, very nice, thank you. Now, I'm going out for a while. Please take good care of Niannian."
