Li Qiang found it very odd, "Did you two buy underwear that day?"
Li Lalan's face turned red, and she quickly retorted, "What's it to you?"
But as soon as she spoke, she realized something was off—how did Li Qiang know? After they had purchased their items that day, the shopkeeper had closed the door; there shouldn't have been anyone else in the store.
"Were you in the lingerie store that day? What were you doing?" Li Lalan glared at him with intense scrutiny, as if he was some sort of pervert.
"I guessed. You're shooting in a lingerie store to spread the brand's promotion, right? That means you definitely bought something." Having said that, Li Qiang became somewhat impatient, "Hurry up with the acupuncture, I've got stuff to do later."
"No go, you've got to come here Sunday night. We need your help." Li Lalan's tone brooked no argument, and Li Qiang frowned upon hearing it.
