"You! How could you sell it!"

An Yuanyao suddenly became angry.

Probably wanting to express his inner dissatisfaction, he raised his foot and stamped the ground hard.

“That lounge chair is so comfortable!”

"What are you talking about? Aren't all recliners the same? Which recliner is uncomfortable to lie on?"

"Anyway... that's good anyway..."

As she spoke, An Yuanyao's voice lowered.

She lowered her head and kept holding the strap of her leather bag with both hands.

He kept mumbling in his mouth.

"It can't be sold for much money... That's what I slept with..."

Liu Changqing vaguely listened to the general idea. He looked at An Yuanyao, who had his head lowered, with a complicated look on his face.

Take a breath.

"Just kidding... I put it in the trunk and am going to take it home."

"Um?!"

An Yuanyao, who was feeling uncomfortable just now, raised her head, but the sad expression on her face had not yet been adjusted.

"real?!"

"Um!"

After receiving Liu Changqing's affirmative answer, An Yuanyao's face bloomed with a smile.
Chapter completed!