Zhang Hualian said, "Why not give it to you? The house we lived in before was bought by you, wasn't it? Now that you're getting married, it's only right that the house should be yours."
"Mom, I..." Tang Yue wanted to speak but found herself at a loss for words.
"You take these things. When the dowry arrives, you'll take charge of everything." Zhang Hualian said this because she was not the kind to manage things and believed her daughter Tang Yue, who was quite capable, would do a better job than herself.
"Mom." Tang Yue couldn't help but throw herself into her mother's arms, with a thousand words to say, but not knowing where to start.
Someone knocked at the courtyard door.
Zhang Hualian said, "Put these things away, I'll go answer the door."
"Hurry up, it could be your guest. I don't know them," Zhang Hualian said, and turned to leave.
Tang Yue looked at the items and, after thinking for a moment, stored them in her cabinet.
