In the blink of an eye.
It was already three days later.
Su Huanqing was surprised to see the clothes that Wang Tiancheng had specially delivered to her.
A luxurious hip-length cloud silk coat.
It didn't seem to have any exquisite adornments, but when the cloud silk, like flowing water, spread out, it instantly hit Su Huanqing's weak spot.
She was at a loss and exclaimed, "This...this...Uncle Wang...I...I've always thought of you as my real uncle...I'm sorry, I can't accept such an expensive gift."
"What are you talking about, kid?"
Wang Tiancheng replied irritably, "I've always treated you like a daughter. This is made from lark feathers that Xiaojun hunted from the Martial Mansion's Secret Realm with great effort, even risking his life to barely hunt down four or five larks. Then he specially sent them to me to make a coat for Xiaoya and you... You've heard of cloud silk, right? It's priceless and naturally meant for family."
"For...for Xiaoya, and me?"
