The weather gradually warmed up, a thin layer of fog enveloping Zizhu Community in the early morning.
Bare tree trunks along the road sprouted fresh green, and Zhang Ying wore a light red silk scarf around her neck, which made her look particularly gentle in the springtime.
Zhang Ying adjusted the knot of her scarf, which drew Yue Jiandong's sarcastic teasing.
"Anything from the daughter is a treasure, huh? Why do you always stash away the things I give you at the bottom of the chest?"
The scarf was a New Year's gift from Yue Qingqing to Zhang Ying, bought with her scholarship money.
The price wasn't considered expensive for the couple at present, but it represented their daughter's heartfelt effort.
Even the people at the company had noticed.
These past few days, whenever someone complimented the boss's wife on how nice her scarf looked, Zhang Ying's smile was extraordinarily radiant.
