"Fake goods?" Ye Xingli asked, "What's fake goods?"
"I know, I know," Xiao Shumiao raised his hand to answer eagerly, "Fake goods are counterfeit goods."
"Counterfeit goods?" Ye Xingli waved his hand, "No way, no way, how can I wear counterfeit goods? Even street stall goods won't do. I'm afraid the quality is not up to standard, and I'll get a rash if I wear them."
He tugged at his T-shirt, "Although these clothes are a bit cheap, and the quality can't compare to my previous clothes, at least they are pure cotton, barely passable. I absolutely won't wear counterfeit or street stall goods!"
"Brother Li, are you planning to pull some stunt again?" Ye Xingbei asked him, "You have so many clothes you won't wear; why did you think of buying such common brands?"
Ye Xingli said, "I'm planning to disguise myself as an average guy, to live a regular person's life."
