Tea?
The box clearly marked 99 yuan for three packs of men's tea?
Hiss!
To describe Jiang Ye's thoughts at the moment, one word sufficed: chaos.
He shook his shoulders a few times before turning around:
"This?"
Lu Jing, of course, caught the man's drift and although still a bit flushed, started explaining:
"Well, I heard this brand has really good quality, made from pure cotton, very sweat-absorbent, and doesn't constrict."
Thirty yuan for a pair of underwear is not too cheap, really.
After all, an average person's price for a pair is around twenty yuan.
Besides, it's not like Lu Jing couldn't afford branded tea.
The man furrowed his brows:
"Heard? Heard from whom? It wasn't from those male colleagues in your department, was it?"
That would be a problem.
A man, and from his youth a proud one, his possessiveness was definitely stronger than average!
That sourness could be smelled from miles away.
Lu Jing tugged at the corner of his mouth before continuing:
