"They're talking right next to us, don't go too far." The teacher finally let go of Tiantian's hand.
"Okay," Si Tiantian nodded and followed Mrs. Sang to the corner before she spoke up, "Grandma, did you need something from me?"
"I just went out and bought a lot of sweaters and such, all styles for little and big kids. I'm too old for them and they don't suit me, so I thought I'd give them to you. I've already put them at your house. When I go home tonight, could you tell them it was you who bought them?"
Mrs. Sang looked at the face in front of her, the spitting image of her daughter when she was young, her eyes full of tears. How things change — her daughter even had a daughter now.
But fortunately, Qiaoqiao was living a happy life and hadn't turned out wrong because of their previous disdain.
"But mom might not believe it; I'm too short, and there aren't many sweaters in the kids' section."
