Chapter 181: Which Old Lady Gave It
Old Madam Sun’s face still retained hints of her youthful beauty, and her eyes were exceptionally clear, a rarity among those of her age, shining brightly.
"Right," Old Madam Sun suddenly touched Grandpa Sun’s clothes, "You haven’t told me yet, who made this? Such fine embroidery skills, how many years did it take to learn? Tell me, did some old lady send it to you?"
At this thought, Old Madam Sun suddenly became irritable. Just a moment ago she was all dignified, but now she seemed quite explosive. Such fine embroidery could not be achieved without decades of experience.
"What old lady?" Grandpa Sun continued to fiddle with his clothes, adoring them so much that he was now reluctant to wear them, planning to take them off and keep them aside for wearing during his birthday celebration.
He was not done admiring himself when suddenly the collar tightened, almost strangling him and making it hard to breathe.
"Old lady, the clothes, my clothes, be careful with the clothes," he quickly snatched his clothes back from Old Madam Sun’s grasp, the tugging at his heart painful.
"Tell me, who sent this?" The entire face of Old Madam Sun darkened, her eyes constantly glancing around, perhaps searching for something to hit someone with—maybe a broom, a mop, right, a kitchen knife; yes, that’s it, a kitchen knife. If this old man had taken a mistress, she would castrate him, yes, she was now going to find a kitchen knife, to castrate the old man.