Actually, she hadn't expected everyone to give so much. The very thing Bai Xiulan had been trying so hard to avoid bringing up was, in the end, exposed by her own daughter, Xu Changqing.
"Your sister said in her letter that a package is coming in a few days, right? She can handle her gifts, and we can handle ours. We'll keep them separate. Mom, doesn't that make sense?"
"What sense?"
"It's about the gift everyone just gave her niece. She asked if our family should add extra for when her Sister Xiaoyu gets married, and I said I don't think it's necessary."
Old Mrs. Xu glanced at Xu Changqing, who had already turned and headed for the storeroom as if to get something. She shook her head at Bai Xiulan. 'You still don't understand what your daughter is trying to say.'
"Wasn't she talking about the proper way to handle gifts?"
