"Xiao Yue, did you do something nice for Sister Deng again?" Deng Lanhua's eyes lit up involitarily; ever since she started working with Tang Yue, her family's circumstances had noticeably improved.
Even the US$ 50 borrowed by Qin Song had been repaid, and every month, he could make a few extra ten yuan, the work wasn't hard, and he could even bring his son Leilei along. Ever since his leg injury, he hadn't felt as steady as he did today.
"You'll know when the time comes, Sister Deng," Tang Yue replied ambiguously, not wanting to speak too soon about things that weren't confirmed yet.
"Right, Sister Deng, you made quite a lot of clothes from the last batch of designs, right? This time I've brought three more; make a few of each size, and for the small and medium sizes, make a few extra," Tang Yue handed over the new designs.
"Alrighty," Deng Lanhua accepted the designs and felt once again that her eyes weren't good enough.
