Tang Zhiluo looked at his back and suddenly remembered, "Ah! I finally remembered. That time when Liang Shiyu and I were arguing downstairs, I saw him standing next to us playing with his phone. I even thought to myself, why is this person so weird? There's a stone bench nearby, but he didn't sit on it and instead stood next to us playing on his phone."
"…" Mo Xun's face flashed a hint of discomfort, and he changed the subject, "The strap is broken, let's go buy some clothes first."
"Oh." Tang Zhiluo didn't think much about it and followed him across the street to look at clothes.
Every time Tang Zhiluo looked at a piece of clothing, she checked the price tag.
Mo Xun stood beside her, a look of exasperation on his face, "Why do you always look at the price tags?"