After leaving the shop, Feng Fan was no longer wearing the black robes adorned with the White Crow Sect emblem. Instead, he now donned pristine white robes, accented with subtle black patterns.
Qian Xiaoli gave him an approving look. "Not bad. Clothes really do make the man. You're lucky to have someone with great taste helping you out."
Feng Fan shot her a sideways glance. "You should learn to practice humility, just like I do!"
Qian Xiaoli chuckled lightly. "Since I helped you pick out clothes, shouldn't you treat me to lunch?"
Feng Fan rolled his eyes. "Fine, but where are we going? It better be cheap!"
Without waiting for further discussion, Qian Xiaoli grabbed his hand and began pulling him down the street. "Don't worry, I know the perfect place. Follow me!"
As they strolled along, a man suddenly stepped into their path, his gaze fixed on their joined hands with visible disgust.
