"Uncle—"
Chen Xiaobao ran into Beiming Qianye's room with a PIT-PAT of footsteps.
Shen Zhongchen stood to the side and chuckled. "Young Master, are you still calling him Uncle? It's time to change how you address him."
Beiming Qianye smiled and stopped him. "Secretary Shen, there's no rush. He's still young, so let's give him some time to slowly accept me." With that, Beiming Qianye squatted down and patiently asked, "Xiao Bao, what did you want to see Uncle for?"
Chen Xiaobao stood on his tiptoes, leaned into Beiming Qianye's ear, and whispered a few words.
Beiming Qianye smiled. "So that's what it is. Don't worry, as long as I'm here, I'll make sure your mother wears and uses only the very best."
It turned out that Chen Xiaobao had whispered how frugal Chen Momo was, noting that she didn't even have any new clothes to wear.
Beiming Qianye turned and instructed Shen Zhongchen, "Secretary Shen, go get some clothes custom-made for Momo according to her measurements."
