Watching the two women continuously pull things out, Yang Chen was a bit bewildered—why were they all his things?
Sneakers, leather shoes, sweatpants, jeans, dress pants, casual pants, shirts, t-shirts, coats, sports jackets, formal jackets...
Seeing the dazzling array of clothes, Yang Chen was dumbfounded.
So, have these two taken over his wardrobe?
What Yang Chen couldn't stand most was, some couples' outfits were mixed in.
Of course, the women's styles were bought for Wu Qiaoyun and Pei Yuxin.
"Come try them on," Wu Qiaoyun waved at Yang Chen.
"Yes!" Pei Yuxin was packing up the clothes, saying to Yang Chen, "Try them on to see if they fit. If not, I'll exchange them for you tomorrow."
Yang Chen felt a toothache, "I can't wear this many clothes!"
Looking at the sofa piled high with clothes, there were a good three or four dozen pieces, while the two women's combined only added up to about ten.
"Let's try the shoes first!" Wu Qiaoyun handed over a pair of sneakers.
