"Cough, cough, then, of course, it's not mine. I don't have that kind of strange hobby of selling my clothes or socks."
Ye Xiao already had a bad premonition.
Indeed, if Huan Liuli was selling the ones she did not want, even if she wore ten pairs a day, how many could there be?
It was not such things could be mass-produced.
However, Huan Liuli still earned so much money, so there must be a hidden reason behind it.
"Where did you get it from?"
Huan Liuli gave a sly smile and whispered into Ye Xiao's ear,
"Trade secret. But there's no harm in telling master. Actually, it's just..."
Snap.
After hearing what Huan Liuli said, Ye Xiao's worldview was in a mess. The spicy fried skewers in his hands were all thrown to the ground.
Huan Liuli's face was filled with heartache.
"Master, why did you throw away all the skewers? It's such a waste."
"Don't talk. I want to throw up."
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