Zhou Lijun carefully tucked it into her bosom, looking serious as she said to Manbao, "Aunt, I'll come to brush your hair every day from now on."
Manbao looked into her eyes through the bronze mirror and instantly grasped her meaning, saying, "I don't have enough jewelry to give you one piece a day."
"No problem," Zhou Lijun said righteously, "Aunt, do you think I'm that kind of person? I'm brushing your hair out of filial piety."
Such filial piety indeed, the two of them grew up together, and Zhou Lijun was two years older than her; who doesn't know whom?
Manbao dressed stylishly to eat breakfast, and everyone was stunned.
Bai Shan was the first to snap out of it and, seeing Bai Erlang still staring at her, couldn't help but kick him under the table, "Stop staring."
Bai Erlang continued to look at Manbao, but he did sip his porridge, sighing, "Manbao has really grown up."
Manbao raised an eyelid and glanced at him, saying, "Junior Brother has grown a bit too."
