Around 2 p.m., Fang Yi, covered in big and small bags, finally followed Hua Huiyue into the last clothing store.
Hua Huiyue browsed around the racks, initially picking three or four garments but, upon glimpsing Fang Yi burdened with bags, decided to choose just one.
An enthusiastic sales associate quickly praised, "Madam, you have great taste. This is our newest style, and you'll definitely look gorgeous in it."
"Yes, yes, let's go with this one," Fang Yi hastily interjected, clearly exasperated. This was even more exhausting than shopping with Fang Yuying.
"Indeed, madam, even your boyfriend agrees. How about this one?" the sales associate smiled.
Gah!
Their expressions instantly changed.
Hua Huiyue's face grew incredibly odd, she glanced at Fang Yi and almost laughed. The idea that someone like him, who carried things for her without complaint, resembled her man was amusing. Alas, he was her son-in-law.
