Young Master Jiang had peculiar hobbies; his room's cabinets were stuffed with women's undergarments, short shirts, and shorts, stolen from who knows where.
Long Fei shook his head, clumsily using scissors to make them smaller, a way to repurpose them for Little Nannan in the future.
He was just like a father, sewing for the first time, doing women's work.
When he was stitching, he accidentally pricked himself, bending the needle.
After bathing, Little Nannan softly called from inside, "Big brother, I don't have any clean clothes."
Long Fei chuckled and tossed the freshly sewn short shirt and shorts inside from outside the door.
Well, well, being a girl's father for the first time, he was inexperienced.
With such a young child, he still had to avoid suspicion.
Little Nannan came out wearing the short shirt, silk fabric, with a good drape.
Brother Long tried to make it smaller, but it was still eight points too long for her.
