"Don't you think she's dressed a bit too lightly at our home?" Qian asked Jia Xiufang.
"What exactly are you trying to say to me?" Jia Xiufang was a bit puzzled hearing her daughter talk about such a topic for the first time.
"Yesterday when I went downstairs to wash my hands, she was wandering around the house in just shorts." Whether or not she wore anything else, Qian didn't know, but she wanted to steer her mother's thoughts in that direction.
Qu Xue was staying at the store, pulling out a single bed after closing. Qian's family lived on the second floor, so if they needed to go to the bathroom or get up at night, they had to go downstairs.
"What nonsense, you're overthinking it, the weather is so hot, wearing less isn't an issue..." Jia Xiufang's voice grew softer as she recalled something.
The son is now a big boy, and a teenage boy has an awareness of these things, it seems it's necessary to pay more attention.
