Qingmu raised his eyes to his sister, asking in surprise, "Doesn't it look good?"
"Of course not," Juhua said, waving her hands frantically. "It looks great! Hey, Brother, if you go out like this, you'll have all the girls staring."
Hearing her exaggeration, Qingmu couldn't help but laugh too.
He asked, "Why did you only make one for me? Didn't you make one for Dad?"
If she had made one for Qingmu but not for Zheng Changhe, he would get jealous and complain about how his daughter only remembered her brother and forgot about her dad.
Holding the short cotton coat he had just taken off, Juhua smiled. "Of course I made one for Dad. I made him a padded jacket. I figured since Dad's older, it would be better for him to wear something warmer. He's not young like you and can't take the cold as well. Hey, how did this get dirty? What's this?"
