Mu Ke followed her gaze and looked over, his handsome brows furrowing: "Let me do it, you sit down."
"No need, I..."
Before she could finish her sentence, she saw Mu Ke's compelling gaze fixed on her. It was cold, yet inexplicably oppressive, prompting Sheng Jiayu to close her mouth and sit aside.
Mu Ke took everything out one by one, then, according to Sheng Jiayu's instructions, he placed the newly bought clothes into the dirty laundry basket and put the gifts for Little Tangdou and Su Weiyi under the coffee table.
When he finally tidied up the limited edition Grandma Xiang, Sheng Jiayu spoke: "For this one, let me pay you. It's not cheap, you..."
Mu Ke casually hung the bag on the rack by the door, where a few other bags were hung sparsely, all old models. With this one now there, it suddenly looked more upscale.
"Just keep it, I don't lack this kind of money."
Sheng Jiayu: "..."
Is this a matter of a little money?
