"Wife?"
Zhuo Hao saw Shu Ya standing motionless and couldn't help calling her.
Shu Ya changed his mind and quickly changed his shoes, but his eyes looked at Zhuo Hao's clothes from time to time.
Zhuo Hao seldom wears black shirts. Although Shu Ya bought him two shirts, they are not of this style.
And Zhuo Hao doesn't like shopping very much, so he can't have bought this dress himself.
Who would it be?
"When did you buy this dress? Why don't I remember?"
Shu Ya pretended to lift the clothes casually, Zhuo Hao's face stiffened, then smiled, "Didn't you buy this for me? Forget?"
"I didn't buy this one for you. I still don't remember the clothes I bought myself."
Shu Ya picked up the bag and coat hanging on the hanger and took Kinsley in one hand, pretending to be lightly chastising.
