But clever as he was, he didn't attempt to argue or protest. He simply walked into the dressing room obediently, and when he came out in new clothes, he didn't forget to say nice things to someone: "An Nan, your taste is getting better and better."
Actually, he didn't even glance at himself in the mirror.
Seeing An Jiayou's bootlicking scene, Lin Mubai showed obvious disdain. Then, taking advantage of An Nan's good mood while she picked out clothes, the two men had the following verbal exchange.
Young Master Lin: An Xiaotongxue, don't you think you're being a bit too bootlicking today?
An Xiaotongxue rolled his eyes instantly: I'm twelve years old, will be thirteen after the New Year, don't call me An Xiaotongxue, besides, I always know my bootlicking can't match yours. So you can be completely at ease; I won't steal your limelight in front of An Nan.
Young Master Lin curled his lips, looking indifferent: "Hmph, An Nan is my wife; of course her body and heart are with me."
