Mo Xun walked over, embraced her from behind, with his chin resting on her shoulder nook, "What's wrong?"
He felt her dejection.
Being held by him, Tang Zhiluo quietly asked, "Will I embarrass you tomorrow if I wear clothes I bought myself?"
So, that's what she was thinking about.
Mo Xun was somewhat surprised, and with a gentle tone, he said: "You don't have to listen to them, I don't care about these things."
"But others will talk about you behind your back." Tang Zhiluo didn't want Mo Xun to be criticized because of her.
She said softly, "Is it too late now to go out and buy a few outfits?"
"It's already past nine, too late," said Mo Xun.
Tang Zhiluo felt a bit discouraged, "Yes, it's New Year's Eve, those malls have closed early."
"Are you trying to change for me?"
Tang Zhiluo shook her head, "I'm not trying to change, but since I'm here, I should adapt to everyone, otherwise, I'm afraid people will laugh at you."
Tang Zhiluo felt a bit guilty and gently held his hand.