"Ah..."
The woman was taken aback with horror, suddenly standing up.
She gave Ye Xuan a cold glance, confirmed he wasn't lying, then calmly explained, "Sorry, I've been really exhausted these past few days. I'll get you another pair of shorts once we land."
"Are you sure?"
Ye Xuan chuckled, half-squinting his eyes, glaring coldly at the woman, questioning her.
"I'm sure."
The woman nodded, but then her eyes suddenly brightened and she quickly shook her head.
"Really sorry. I might not be able to afford to replace your valuable shorts."
The woman said sincerely, very seriously.
"Haha."
Ye Xuan shrugged helplessly, smiling ambiguously.
Indeed, as the woman said, the valuable shorts he was wearing, she truly couldn't afford to replace.
A counterfeit of these shorts had once been auctioned internationally for millions.
Not to mention, the pair Ye Xuan was wearing was not a counterfeit but an authentic original.
