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Of course, she wasn't the type to be overly friendly.
She was subtle, like the friendship between gentlemen.
Mai Xiaomai was in awe of Zheng Xiuyuan's ability in this aspect.
"Xiaomai, you sit down too, let's have a chat with us as a family."
Zheng Xiuyuan smiled and pulled her to sit beside her.
"What were you chatting about just now?"
Mai Xiaomai asked aloud.
"We were talking about qipaos."
Zheng Xiuyuan smiled and said, "Didn't you notice that mom and I are wearing almost the same color qipao today?"
Only then did Mai Xiaomai notice.
They were both wearing ink-colored qipaos with red plum patterns, but the styles were different.
Zheng Xiuyuan was more round and graceful, with a quiet demeanor, most suitable for wearing a qipao.
Every time she saw her in a qipao, Mai Xiaomai felt like it was a graceful landscape painting.
Zhuang Jingmei was now thin and old, but wearing a qipao still presented a unique charm.
