Zhao Zhan stared at him just as coldly.
Zhao Kuazi felt like she was being stared at by a higher being on the mountain. She looked at Zhao Zhan's dark eyes and swallowed her saliva, not daring to curse.
However, the moment she thought of having to pay, it was as if someone was using a knife to cut her flesh. She could not help but avoid Zhao Zhan's gaze and mumbled in a low voice, "I can only pay you three silver for these things."
"Zhao Zhan, how much did you spend on the clothes you bought for me today?"
Zhao Zhan glanced at the clothes on the ground, crouched, and pointed to the pile.
"That pink set cost eight hundred copper coins. The light yellow set next to it, which is similar to your original clothes, cost one silver coin. The other clothes were made of the best fine cotton in the tailor shop, which cost two silver coins. In total, they cost three coins and eight hundred copper coins.
