Because she had also experienced such awkwardness herself.
Qiao Qingyu then took the child to Rongrong's room and gently asked Zhou Zijiao to take off her sweater, telling her that she had the right bra for her.
Zhou Zijiao refused to take off her sweater, her face turning as red as a big apple, yet she didn't leave Rongrong's room. She neither opposed nor cooperated, so Qiao Qingyu understood and casually unbuttoned her own sweater to show the child.
Zhou Zijiao was slightly shorter than Qiao Qingyu, she lifted her eyes and glanced at Qiao Qingyu's chest shape. It was beautiful, really beautiful, but also so shy.
She dared not take a second glance after the first.
At that time, there weren't many brands of bras to choose from, but Qiao Qingyu was skilled with her hands; having bought appropriate fabric, she made over a dozen bras for all seasons. Even Fang Xiaomei, her own mother, and her sister-in-law wore bras she had made.
