"This one looks nice, buy it," Luo Qianqian definitely wouldn't say she wanted to finish this shopping trip early. As soon as she saw something that seemed to fit, she would order it packed up.
Lu Simiao looked at the pink T-shirt in his hands, his face showing apparent disdain.
"It looks pretty good, adds a bit of vitality, huh?" Spotting Lu Simiao's reaction, Luo Qianqian patted his shoulder and chuckled as they continued shopping. In fact, there wasn't much to shop for; men's short-sleeve shirts haven't seen any major changes in ten years, just different colors and patterns.
After buying clothes, Luo Qianqian didn't hesitate to take him to the hair salon. She randomly selected a hairstylist and left Lu Simiao there, then collapsed into a chair nearby. Shopping, she thought, was even more exhausting than training.
