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"Auntie, Xiaomai's figure is completely different from yours, and you're not the same age; her clothes just aren't suitable for you. Please don't try them on."
Qiao Chutian said with a frown.
For him, someone else wearing Mai Xiaomai's clothes was like wearing his own, which made him feel extremely uncomfortable.
"Really, the poor will be poor. They grudge even lending an article of clothing to someone else, how stingy."
The great-aunt muttered as she threw the clothes in her hand down and then casually took two sets of house clothes, huffing out of the room.
Mai Xiaomai really felt like she was being shot while lying down.
Qiao Chutian was the one being scolded, yet she was the one being blamed.
Qiao Chutian closed and locked the door, handing the key to Mai Xiaomai, "Keep the key safe. Don't let the great-aunt in."
"This doesn't seem right."
"There's nothing wrong with it. I hate it when others touch your things as if they're touching mine."
