It was just after seven in the morning the next day when Ye Qiu opened his eyes, got up to wash up, put on his clothes, and went downstairs where Chen Fang and Ye Xue were making breakfast.
When Chen Fang saw Ye Qiu coming down, she was curious if Ye Qiu had bought new clothes.
Actually, Chen Fang noticed that the two sets of clothes Li Qianqian bought for Ye Qiu were pretty nice, but Ye Qiu didn't like wearing them; he preferred to wear the ones she had bought for him.
However, that was because they used to be poor, and she could only afford such cheap market stall clothes.
"Ye Qiu, did you buy these clothes yourself?"
"Mom, I designed them myself. How's that?"
Chen Fang came over and touched the fabric of the clothes, feeling that they felt very comfortable. The fabric seemed to be of very good quality. However, in terms of style, she thought it was a bit old-fashioned.
"It feels uncomfortable to the touch, but it doesn't look very nice."
"Mom, I did it on purpose."
