Qin Hao saw the expression on the other person's face and knew that the old woman would definitely be restless and come to cause trouble.
Sure enough, Mrs. Dong came over, handed a shirt to the store clerk: "I'll buy this. Also, my son wants to pick out clothes, go help him."
The clerk was full of joy, clearly recognizing a big client had arrived!
Once the clerk left, Mrs. Dong smiled playfully: "Mr. Bi, what a coincidence."
Qin Hao pretended to be confused: "Who are you?"
"You!"
Mrs. Dong's smile froze, but she didn't get angry, "After fighting for so long, I know it's pointless arguing with you, Mr. Bi."
At this point, although she still disliked Qin Hao, the disdain in her heart was somewhat diminished.
Objectively speaking, he can play piano, is handsome, and speaks eloquently. By any measure, he's a decent man.
The only flaw is quite obvious.
Poor.
"Good that Mrs. Dong understands."
