"Young man, did your wife pick out those clothes for you?" the middle-aged auntie asked with a smile as she saw him holding the clothes.
Liu Zheng was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head, "It wasn't my wife, it was a friend of mine who chose them for me. Could you please make out the bill for me?"
"Sure thing!" The middle-aged auntie cheerfully whipped out her billing book, swiftly wrote out a receipt, and handed it to him, "Here you go!"
Liu Zheng took the receipt, paid, and then left with his purchases.
Once home, he couldn't wait to change into the new clothes, and the man in the mirror looked exceptionally handsome.
A delighted smile curled at the corners of Liu Zheng's lips.
Song Yuhan, that silly goose, actually had quite good taste!
Feeling extremely happy, Liu Zheng walked to the stairwell, where his gaze suddenly lingered on a pair of shoes on the shoe rack.
The shoes on the rack varied in style and design, but there was one pair just like Song Yuhan's.