Sister-in-law Qi is a woman of action, and since the Qi Family is just next door, it took her only two or three minutes to go home and come back with the measurements.
Yi Chichi took them and glanced at them, understanding what to do.
"What kind of style do you want?"
Sister-in-law Qi was taken aback again, "Are there many styles to choose from?"
"There are plenty on the street."
Every unit has different work uniforms, and the styles of shirts vary too.
Fake collars are quite trendy.
With that hint, Sister-in-law Qi began recalling the clothes workers wore on the street.
As soon as she started recalling, she realized a horrifying fact—she couldn't remember any of those styles.
Lack of imagination.
Feeling helpless, she could only go home and bring Old Qi's tattered shirt, saying, "Cut it according to this."
Yi Chichi thought it was fine, took the shirt, spread it out, gave it a glance, then handed it back to her and got to work.
