At this moment, Su Xiaoxiao knew nothing about the Saintess's plan.
Cheng Sang had not seen the sea and sky outside for a long time. She was happy and lingered. She bought a carriage of things that could barely be filled.
Mei Ji's arms were also filled.
"Little bird spirit! Little bird spirit! Take it!"
Cheng Sang was still buying.
Mei Ji looked at the mountain of trinkets in her arms and thought to herself, This is even more tiring than taking care of a child!
If they gave Wei Xiyue, Dahu, Erhu, and Xiaohu a stick each, they could lick for ten streets without arguing!
Cheng Sang held Su Xiaoxiao's hand and pointed at the cloth on the stall. "Weiwei, I want to buy this!"
Su Xiaoxiao said, "You just bought this material."
Cheng Sang said, "The colors are different. I think Weiwei has to have new clothes to wear every day!"
