"Don't question my taste, go change right away, we still need to go to the next store to get the rest of your things—your hair and shoes need changing too."
Father Si was brimming with self-confidence, shoving the sports outfit into his second son's hands with an unquestionable expression on his face.
He then half pushed, half shoved Si Jing into the changing room. Before the clothes were even tried on, he went straight to the cashier with his Black Card to pay.
By the time Si Jing came out wearing the sports outfit, he saw his overly casual self in the mirror and wanted to persuade his dad to let him change into something else.
But the sales associate informed him, "Hello, sir, your father has already paid for the clothes you're wearing. He said he'll be waiting for you in the next store over. We won't need to pack up the clothes you just took off."
"Pack them up," Si Jing said with a face full of dark lines, completely speechless.
