"Qingxue..."
"Sis..."
The two of them started to speak at the same time, then fell silent together.
"Hmm, you go first," Sheng Qianxia looked at Qingxue.
Qingxue bit her lip and continued, "If I knit a sweater for Mr. Gong as a birthday present, will he like it?"
Sheng Qianxia was stunned with surprise.
Then, Qingxue carefully took out a black sweater from her backpack, "I don't know what color he likes, so I just knitted a black one."
Sheng Qianxia could tell that she had put a lot of effort into it, and she wasn't sure how to feel, only managing to say, "His birthday is still a while away! Why are you preparing his birthday present so early?"
It was only January now, and Gong Beiyao's birthday was in June.
A bit shyly, Qingxue continued, "I also knitted one for you, in red, it's just not finished yet. And also for dad, but I haven't decided what color to knit for dad yet..."
