"Buy." Jimo Cheng didn't care how much money Luo Qianqian's favorite things cost.
As the stall owner was about to pack the items for them, a hand reached out, stopping the incense burner: "This thing looks pretty nice, how much is it, boss?"
Luo Qianqian frowned and looked at the person, but was taken aback. She never expected that even abroad, the trend of flamboyant hair would spread. She saw the person had a head of golden hair, so bright it could make Caucasians feel inferior, but the hairstyle was like a broom; the hair length was almost the same as Luo Qianqian's, but it stuck up in every direction. She wondered just how much hair gel had been used. Yet, this person's skin was even darker than that of Asians.
However, the tattoos on his arms were intimidating enough.
