"How about it, can your husband still catch your eye?" Zhuo Xiangqiao whispered in her ear. Lin Yue's earlobes turned uncontrollably red. She pushed Zhuo Xiangqiao away, flustered and cross, "Go pick your vegetables!" After she spoke, her gaze began to drift, recently finding that this man had become more and more bewitching. Zhuo Xiangqiao, seeing her reaction, turned around satisfied.
In the supermarket's fresh vegetable section, there were mostly women shopping, and even if there were men, they too had come along and were just spacing out, envying the couple they saw in Zhuo Xiangqiao, feeling immensely jealous, and thinking that their own home situations couldn't compare. Looking at this young couple, they could only sigh deeply in their hearts.
