Mo Yuhan's brows bumped together as he looked at the manager, "Wrap it up. This is the perfect size for her."
The manager: "_" Your highness, you should say it. How else would I know if I am supposed to wrap it up or not?
The staff: "_" She? Just what kind of woman could make this man buy undergarments for her?
...
Mo Yuhan walked inside the company while holding the lingerie brand XX bag and a slightly larger bag that had all kinds of sanitary pads but it was covered well.
On his other hand, he was holding a small bottle which was filled with chamomile tea that the owner of the supermarket personal prepared.
His look was messier compared to before as he has gotten wet because of the rain but that did not stop him from revealing his charm.
"President Mo," The employees greeted him but the man did not pause in his steps as he walked past them.
