Qiao Xia, who has recovered well after giving birth, can finally wear her favorite dress, her face beaming with happiness.
"Sister Xiao Ai, you shop for clothes so quickly." Qiao Xia said.
Xu Ai shops for clothes: selects, tries on, is satisfied, pays.
Qiao Xia shops for clothes: selects, tries on, is satisfied; another one looks better, tries it on, is satisfied; oh, there's another prettier one, tries it on, is satisfied, oh, let's browse some more, maybe there's something even prettier.
"Has Mu Liang ever gone shopping with you?" Xu Ai asked.
"He has gone shopping with me, but hardly ever accompanies me to buy clothes, maybe just once." Qiao Xia tilted her head, "Oh, I get it, no wonder it was just once, he made excuses to slip away afterwards."
Xu Ai chuckled, "Accompanying you shopping for clothes, he must truly love you."
"He's not truly in love with me."
"That conclusion is not mine to say." Xu Ai said, "You are a nightmare to shop for clothes with."
