Qin Miao: ...?
Silently gave myself a slap in my mind, Qin Miao regretted it, I really shouldn't have asked that question.
So Qin Miao quietly prepared to get up.
Just then, mom's voice drifted in softly: "The thread I'm using, whether it's the texture or how comfortable it is to wear, is the best. The only downside is that it doesn't hold up well... after a long time it doesn't look as good."
Of course, Qin Miao understood the intention behind mom's words; it was a hint to him, so Qin Miao quickly nodded in agreement: "Yeah, yeah, you're right."
After that, Qin Miao escaped to the study.
At this point, Qimeng was sitting in her usual spot, wearing blue light-blocking glasses on her nose, exuding an intellectual beauty. However, Qin Miao had gotten used to seeing Qimeng like this, so he didn't have the urge like when he first saw this side of Qimeng to rush over impulsively.
