He Xiyan grabbed the suit from the shop assistant and forced it into Chen Jiahang's hands, saying, "Jiahang, have a try. If you do not try, I will get angry and I will not take the medicine tomorrow."
Saying so, He Xiyan pulled her face long as if she were about to get angry. Every time she tried this trick, she would not fail.
Chen Jiahang had no choice but to take these clothes to the fitting room reluctantly.
He Xiyan then picked a belt and two shirts, which were all very common, neither expensive nor cheap. This was what they could afford at present. After all, they could not afford those too expensive things.
A few minutes later, Chen Jiahang came out of the fitting room.
The moment he came out, He Xiyan stared at him with eyes wide open, and several shop assistants were also surprised at the same time.
