Anran's beautiful eyes squinted slightly, "Young Master Duan San really has sharp judgment, looks like what I just said wasn't wrong at all. You must have met countless people to be so precise."
Duan Xingzhou's heart skipped a beat, "Honey, isn't it not quite right to talk about this now? It's all in the past, let's not bring it up anymore, okay?"
Anran didn't want to revisit those annoying past events either, but sometimes, people can't control themselves. When faced with something like this, if they're not happy, they just say it.
As they were talking, the store clerk finished packaging the items, "Do you need anything else?"
Anran nodded, "Let's look at pajamas."
This time, Duan Xingzhou acted mute beside her; he dared not say another word. Even if he was foolish, he could tell that his beloved wasn't happy inside. He thought it was best to say less and provoke her less.
