Li Chuntao didn't want her third brother to know that it was Yang Dong, so she could only use that tone to make him shut up and stop asking.
She knew that Yang Dong, who hadn't left the door, would definitely hear it. But it didn't matter. Anyway, she and Yang Dong were impossible, and there was no need to pretend to be a good girl in front of him.
Moreover, she had never pretended in front of Yang Dong; she had always been herself.
"How about this hairpin? Want to try it on?"
"I think this one's nice too, what do you think?"
"Do you like it? If not, we can look at others."
"..."
"..."
At this moment, Li Chuntao was already sad and not in the mood to choose any hairpins. Her mind was filled with the thought of Yang Dong buying a hairpin for Yang Xiaocui.
But listening to her third brother constantly coaxing her in her ear, she didn't want to disappoint him, so she perfunctorily replied, "Looks good."
"Then let's get you this one, okay?"
