Zhang Hao sat up, hands on hips, and even puffed out his chest, looking like someone not to be trifled with.
He Qianhui said with a chuckle, "What are you doing? Someone just sent me a set of clothes, and I haven't even accepted them."
Zhang Hao became interested and said, "What kind of clothes are they? A big brand?"
He Qianhui tilted her head, looking at him and smiled, "What's up, you want to know? Actually, I forgot, but I do recognize the brand's logo."
"Anything from that brand never goes below five figures; I think that piece of clothing must be expensive too."
Zhang Hao did not continue to inquire further; in his mind, he went through all the big brands he knew.
He thought that buying a piece of clothing occasionally for his wife was a piece of cake.
Coming back to his senses, Zhang Hao looked at He Qianhui, one arm around her waist, "Okay, I understand. If he can buy it for you, I can too."
