Wei Bingcen's eyebrows furrowed deeply, but he couldn't say anything. After all, if someone buys something, whether they take it away, give it to someone else, or tear it up and throw it away, it's none of his business. Yet, isn't this an insult to one's own belongings?
The pillows of this era were mostly rectangular, but Yang Ruxin's side sold pillows in a modern style, and the pillowcases were meant for such pillows. Usually, anyone who saw this pillowcase would inquire about the pillow. The fact that the girl only bought the pillowcase without questioning its unusual shape made Wei Yao realize that she probably wasn't genuinely interested in purchasing anything, so she stood at the doorway.
And indeed, the girl came with ill intentions, so at this moment, she pulled back the curtain and walked in, bent over to pick up the pillowcase from the ground.
"Yaoyao?"
