"I don't like it, don't like it, just don't like it." Song Tianxin also had a strong temperament and directly shouted at Mrs. Song with her neck stiffened, her eyes stubborn and indignant, like a proud little animal wounded for a moment, pitifully trying to maintain her last bit of self-respect, "Dad, I like the clothes my second aunt bought for me, can you give the money to her in the future to help me buy them?" After a while, the obstinate Song Tianxin suddenly changed her tone, turned her head to glance at Xu Xiuxiu, and then stretched out her hand to pull on Song Yuantao's sleeve pleadingly.
Song Yuantao was momentarily stunned, looking at his daughter's pitiful eyes, then somewhat reluctantly turned to Xu Xiuxiu, as if he were seeking his sister-in-law's opinion.
