At just six o'clock, Jiang Ran asked Xia Qiufang to pack her things.
"I've already cut out quite a few dresses. Take them home tonight and sew as many as you can. If you can't finish, don't stay up late; you can bring them back tomorrow and work on them here. With the three of them watching the front, you won't need to come to the front tomorrow and can focus on sewing clothes."
Xia Qiufang didn't refuse Jiang Ran's words and agreed quickly.
Just as Xia Qiufang finished packing, Wang Cuilan rode her tricycle and brought Pei Jing over.
While Wang Cuilan was still parking, Pei Jing was already toddling inside.
"Mom!"
Hearing Pei Jing's tender call, Jiang Ran smiled, "Little Jing, you're here!"
Jiang Ran spoke as she squatted down. When Pei Jing ran up, she directly picked him up.
Even though Pei Jing was just over three years old, since Pei Huai and Jiang Ran were both tall, he inherited their genes and was naturally tall, too.
