After Luo Qianqian had been busy for quite a while preparing, she finally satisfied everyone. Luo Xinyue, with a wave of her hand, saved Luo Qianqian quite a bit of trouble. But she also started preparing her son's bride price and her daughter's dowry.
Looking at the variety of clothes piling up into dozens of boxes, Luo Qianqian couldn't help but roll her eyes: "Nuannuan, I understand if you buy diapers, warmers, baby bottles, and formula milk, even children's clothes, but can you tell me what you plan to do with these adult down jackets? Can you even wear them out?"
Qin Nuan looked awkward: "I was afraid of getting the baby cold during pregnancy."
"Alright, let's leave that aside. Cong Rong, can you tell me what all these picture books are for?" Luo Qianqian thought it made some sense after hearing it and noticed there were also heaps of sweaters and coats, thinking it might be the same reason.
