His face also changed drastically, and he looked like someone who had done something wrong.

Ye Zhikuang ignored Bai Xinrou's panicked movements and expressions, walked towards her, and helped Bai Xinrou pick up the cloth that fell on the ground.

He reached out and stroked the white silk and said, "Mom, are you choosing this for me?"

Bai Xinrou looked at her daughter's calm and joyful expression. The panic was quickly wiped away. She took the other end of the cloth and said, "Yes, it's almost the Chinese New Year, so it's time to make some new clothes. Mom,

I just came out this morning to pick out some nice-looking cloths for you and your father. Do you still like them?"

"I like it! I like everything Mom has chosen." Ye Zhikuang glanced sideways and glanced at the man who stood not far away and looked back at her from time to time.

Ye Zhikuang looked at him openly, and the smile on his lips became wider: "Lord Luo, are you here too? Are you choosing cloth to make new clothes for Mr. Luo and Miss Luo?"

"Oh, no, no, no, I'm here to take care of my store." Luo Guangquan shook his head and smiled.

He opened several shops in Dongcheng.

This cloth shop is the property under his name, and the business is very good.

Come to think of it, Bai Xinrou must have been patronizing his store.

Bai Xinrou glanced at him strangely, her heart still beating wildly.

I always feel that Ye Zhikuang is here, she is like a thief, she is dragged into the water even though she has no intention.

She was extremely uneasy.

He stretched out his hand and pulled Ye Zhikuang's arm and said, "Yes, Kuang'er, you forgot that this is the Lord of Luo City's shop. The cloth sold here is much more reliable than the cloth from other shops."

"Really?" Ye Zhikuang glanced at Luo Guangquan sarcastically, but his contemptuous tone sounded respectful in their ears, and did not embarrass Bai Xinrou and Luo Guangquan at all.

"The fabrics in my shop are regularly and strictly inspected before they are released for sale," Luo Guangquan said.

"Mom, let's buy some more pieces of cloth. I wonder if City Lord Luo has any discounts?" Ye Zhikuang seemed to be in love with the silk that Bai Xinrou selected, and his hands were caressing the cloth back and forth.

As soon as she finished speaking, a sarcastic voice came from outside the door: "If you can't afford it, don't buy it. Do you think the cloth bought in my Luo family shop is comparable to the clothes worn by the beggars outside? If you think it is expensive, my family will buy it."

There are a lot of rags in the cloth shop. If you want them, I can send them to you at any time, as charity!"

After Luo Guangquan heard this, he turned back and looked at his children.

And the person who said those words before even entering the store was none other than Luo Xianshu.

Before Luo Guangquan could scold him, Luo Xianting, who was walking behind Luo Xianshu, said before him: "Some people can't look noble no matter how they dress, as long as they waste this piece of good cloth."

"Shut up, why are you two talking?" Luo Guangquan shouted coldly.

Qibao, who was chewing the bun, suddenly threw the bun towards Luo Xianting.

Then he put the stick on his waist, snorted and said: "Do you think everyone has to look like a gangster like you to be called 'noble'?"

"Who are you? How dare you hit me with a bun?" Luo Xianting angrily threw the bun back. Qibao used illusion magic to turn the bun into countless worms.

White worms instantly covered his face.

Luo Xianting's eyes widened and he pinched a bug from his face with his hand.

As soon as I saw the appearance of the insect, I immediately shouted: "Ah..."
Chapter completed!