"A-Aunt, it's all alright-" Jia rushed behind her, panicked and heart pumping in her chest like she would pass out, but Yang Bingqing had already opened the wardrobe door.
But to her disappointment yet again, Yang Bingqing found it empty. Only clothes. Not a full-assed grown man she had been expecting to see. She did take a thorough sweep inside though.
"Aunt…?" She cleared her throat.
"Oh yes dear!" She snapped out of her keen daze and looked through her clothes. "Yes, you definitely need a new collection!"
Her eyes widened. "No, no, Aunt! I have enough clothes I need."
She turned to her. "Well then, you should have more clothes. More never hurts~"
"But…"
"Will you not allow this old woman to dote on you? I only have an idiot and useless son."
