The clothes in the ready-to-wear shop are for emergencies, so they definitely won't look good. But right now, An Lan's chest is wet and cool, so she has to buy something in a hurry. Hearing this, she picks up a dress and heads into the fitting room.
After changing her clothes, she walks out, and Ye Qinghao compliments without even looking, "Looks good, really good!"
Then his gaze falls on the old clothes in her hand, and he immediately snatches them away, throwing them directly into the bin in the store: "These clothes are dirty, just throw them away!"
An Lan: ...
An Lan wants to rush over and pick them up, "You can wash them clean!"
But Ye Qinghao grabs her arm, "Why bother washing them? Honestly, these clothes of yours were super ugly. I was too embarrassed to tell you, so let's just not keep them!"
But An Lan is stubborn, "No, I want them!"
Ye Qinghao's face turns sour, "Why do you want these ragged clothes?"
