"Don't pinch it, it's going to be wrinkles," Lin Miao hurriedly covered her face.

"How old are you?"

"It's a bit too early to worry about it now," Luo Yan was speechless, but Lin Miao rolled his eyes.

How can a man understand a woman's mood?

In the evening, Lin Miao took out the clothes prepared for the old man.

Mr. Luo looked happily, but said, "I have so many clothes that I can't even wear, it's a waste of money."

"You try it, how about the size?"

Mr. Luo compared his body, "It's just right, it's not bad, this color looks pretty good."

He asked for special assistance and Luo Yan.

Luo Yan slanted him.

Not to waste money?

Then why are you always talking so openly?

Lin Miao looked at it with a smile.
Chapter completed!