"Enough, I don't want it anymore."
"Oh, alright."
He obediently withdrew his hand, while the shop owner, looking aggrieved, fetched a large bag and stuffed all the dolls inside. Qin Miaomiao held his hand with one hand and a sugar-coated hawthorn stick with the other, exuding the intimidating aura of a mafia boss!
Little Fourth trudged along pitifully with the oversized bag, shooting resentful looks at his boss, who acted as though he hadn't seen a thing.
His mission was to protect the Young Madam; handling baggage—well, that wasn't his job!
While shopping at the mall, Qin Miaomiao forcefully picked out more than a dozen outfits in various styles, and Ou Beichen, with his good temperament, tried on each one individually. The way he wore them? It was like he was a male model!
Just look at that physique, that demeanor—it could absolutely crush fangirls ranging from twelve to thirty-two!
