If it weren't for the two photographers following them all the time, this would have been a happy supermarket shopping trip.
But now, no matter if Xia Bohe took the lead to get the shopping cart or if she stole a glance at Luo tianlin from time to time, there was always a camera watching. She had to keep her spirits up and remind herself not to say the wrong thing.
Compared to her cautiousness, Luo tianlin was much more indifferent.
After all, he didn't rely on traffic to make a living, so he naturally didn't care what the traffic said about him.
Of course, it could also be because he was rich enough to remove any unpleasing hot search at any time. That was what sherby secretly thought.
In short, Luo tianlin didn't even look at the camera, as if it didn't exist.
He didn't talk more than usual, nor did he act any different from usual.
Her icy temperament of a mountain-top flower was still increasing.
