"Xiao Yue is back." Tang Zhengde stopped what he was doing, hesitating to speak.
Zhang Hualian got up and looked at the plaid coat on Tang Yue. Her daughter stood there, looking so pretty that she hardly recognized her.
She wanted to ask Tang Yue to sit down, but she was afraid that the flour on her hands would dirty her clothes. She asked, "Xiao Yue, I heard you sold a dress today for US$ 60?"
"Mm." Tang Yue nodded. This was something her father had seen with his own eyes, so there could be no falsehood about it. Besides, there was no need to hide it.
Now that her father knew, there was no need for her to keep hiding it.
She explained, "Mom, the material of this dress is very good, shipped from Sea City, and the material itself is of high quality, so the price of the dress made is a bit more expensive."
Not to mention, this dress had a unique design, and if she were not so unknown now, the price would definitely be more than US$ 60.
