Ruan Jianguo didn't say a word, but the smile on his face said it all.
"..." Ruan Jiaojiao felt incredibly awkward.
"Then buy a few more, we're not short of money. Wear them in rotation." Du Qing picked out a few more, smiling as she put Ruan Jiaojiao in front of a square mirror for her to see herself.
Ruan Jiaojiao had a giant yellow flower perched on top of her ponytail. As she moved, the flower swayed with her, and honestly, it looked quite pretty!
Ruan Jiaojiao covered her small face and groaned internally, feeling that she had been assimilated by the aesthetic standards of this era.
"Auntie, how much is this?" Ruan Chi asked as he leaned on the glass counter, seriously choosing other flowers.
"Twenty-five cents, two for fifty cents."