Putting down the travel bag, Jiang Xiaobai tied the rope Xiao Qian bought to two trees on the roadside, opened the bag, and took out various T-shirts he had customized, clipping them onto the rope.
One by one, the T-shirts lined up closely, fluttering in the wind.
"They look uglier the more I see them."
Xiao Qian suddenly blurted out.
"If these clothes can sell, then the sun should rise from the west."
Jiang Xiaobai replied, "The sun won't rise from the west, but my clothes will be hotter than the sun, becoming highly sought after items."
"Sought after items?" Xiao Qian crossed her arms, turned her back to Jiang Xiaobai, "I don't know where your confidence comes from! Whether you're naive or just silly, how can these crappy things possibly sell?"
"Just consider me both silly and naive." Jiang Xiaobai chuckled.
Xiao Qian kept her back to Jiang Xiaobai, the two seemed like a bickering couple, neither willing to acknowledge the other.
