Shen Jingxiu wasn't very convinced, "You know it again?"
"Heh, you don't understand, do you? I can tell the difference between dusty pink and regular pink."
Shen Jingxiu still expressed skepticism, "You even know the difference between the two?"
"Of course, you didn't know, did you? I have a pink T-shirt. It looks young when I wear it; I especially liked it for a while. Trust me on this one."
"So, this one then?" Shen Jingxiu pointed to the pink bag on the left.
Shen Jingchuan patted his chest, guaranteeing, "Trust me, it won't be wrong."
Shen Jingxiu stopped talking and began to pack the tissues and wet wipes from the coffee table into the bag.
While packing, he also asked Wenyan, "What about the hats on the sofa? Which one are you going to take out, the pink one?"
"No, no, no, not the pink one today, I need the light green one."
"Alright, I put your sunglasses in there too."
"OK"
"There's also a small fan here."
"Yes, yes, that too. I need it too."