Upon hearing Feng Xueyan's gentle teasing, Hu Xiaobei coughed a few times, awkwardly rubbing his nose.
Soon, he stammered and opened his mouth, "Uh, what are you saying! I just think this kind of marketing is a little inappropriate!"
She glanced at Hu Xiaobei and giggled, "Really? Then why do I smell a hint of jealousy?"
His eyebrow twitched, and Hu Xiaobei continued to insist, "That's because there's something wrong with your nose!"
"Haha! Fine, let's say it's my nose that's the problem, how about that!"
"Exactly!"
"Haha!"
After their bickering, the somewhat annoyed Hu Xiaobei and the smiling her left the place together...
...
"What's going on, it's not my first time opening a store, why am I so nervous that I can't sleep?"
At night, under the cold moonlight, Feng Xueyan, wearing a deep purple nightgown, looked at the distant pale moonlight, murmuring to herself.
At this moment, if someone else were here, they'd definitely be amazed by her perfectly enchanting figure.
