Dong Ya still wanted to buy some for Qi Xi, but Qi Xi would never wear these. Embarrassed, she quickly shook her head, though ultimately she couldn't refuse and ended up buying two sets of lace ones.
"Xixi, these are consumables. You saw Mr. Shen's ferocity last night, didn't you? Going through two or three sets in one night is barely even notable. Look at how little I'm buying. Besides, don't you think shopping for these little clothes is really fun? The more you buy, the happier you feel."
Qi Xi shook her head upon hearing this: "I don't really feel anything."
"Stop pretending. Last night, when Mr. Shen mentioned installing a GPS tracker and surveillance cameras on your phone, you got so excited you could barely contain yourself."
"Alright, Yaya, stop talking already." Qi Xi's face turned red, and she quickly stopped her, mindful of her image in public.
