"Well, I think this one is not bad," Chen Hao picked out another piece of clothing.
In his heart, he was praying that the Iceberg President wouldn't voice any objections this time.
However, no sooner had Chen Hao finished speaking than Li Bingshuang shook her head in disapproval, "It doesn't match you, pick another one."
This time Chen Hao was truly at a loss for words. What the heck is this? Wasn't it agreed that I'd pick my own clothes? I've already chosen several, and you've rejected all of them. Is this how it's supposed to be?
"Honey, are we buying clothes for me or for you?" Chen Hao looked at Li Bingshuang with puppy eyes.
