"Shout it out!"
"I dare not..."
"What's there to be shy about? Just shout if I tell you to, and you'll feel better once you do."
"No way."
Liuzi was hesitant and sheepish, with two movable clothes racks in front of her, covered in clothes that could fill a truck—and these were only a fraction of them. The clothes were all name brands, most of them only worn once or twice before being relegated to the back of the closet. There were also discarded designer bags and accessories that Liuzi wouldn't even glance at, now all dragged out by Gu Tao for display at the night market.
