Mrs. Yao left home earlier than the two of them to go to the market to buy groceries.
Mr. Yao took a brush and polished his leather shoes.
Shen Jiayin was rummaging through her travel bag, completely clueless about what kind of clothes to wear to meet the elders. If only Yan Yajing were here, at least she would have someone to ask for advice.
Feeling satisfied after polishing his shoes, Mr. Yao looked up, noticing it was getting late, and walked over to knock on the door: "Jiayin, are you ready?"
She was in a panic, and in desperation, she habitually put on her military uniform.
As she walked out, he saw her in her uniform, raised his eyebrows, and a mischievous look flashed in his eyes: "Where are you going to meet the leaders, Shen Jiayin?"
She counted on her fingers.
"Come, let me see what clothes you have." Saying that, he pushed her back into the room.
