Would that mean changing clothes under surveillance?
Jiang Ye himself was certainly not keen on giving people a show.
....
They came up the elevator and entered the marketplace.
It was rather quiet at this time, not many people around, even the staff had left for home, with only a few still lingering.
"Should we buy some daily necessities?"
"No need, we still have plenty at home, let's just get some vegetables."
"Okay, as Madam says."
Lu Jing glanced around and led the way to the produce area.
Jiang Ye, unhurried, followed behind his wife, his face always carrying a certain smile.
Passersby couldn't help but take more notice of the two.
Lu Jing finally couldn't stand it any longer:
"Stop looking at me!"
"What else am I supposed to look at?"
He can't look at his own wife, or what?
Who made that rule?
Lu Jing was speechless:
"Just stop it, or I'll sew your eyes shut."
Jiang Ye's mouth twitched:
"That's harsh for your husband, isn't it?"
Sew them shut?
