The painted woman might not have been happy about it, but in the end, all she got were two basic outfits: short-sleeved shirts and pants, plus a women's vest. The store clerks and customers kept casting Xu Huo strange looks.
"If you want someone else to buy you clothes, you can go with them," Xu Huo said coolly.
A moment ago, the painted woman had been pouting in protest. Now she'd changed her tune and tried to slip her arm through his. He stopped her with a cold look, and she immediately settled for clutching his clothes instead, much to the dismay of the onlookers.
Xu Huo took it in stride. He left the busy street and headed into an alley. After turning a corner, he stopped and watched the shadow approaching along the ground. In a flash, he grabbed the person by the throat and lifted him into the air.
"Why are you following me?"
The man in a baseball cap and sunglasses grabbed Xu Huo's hand and struggled. "Brother Xu! It's me, Yuan Yao!"
Xu Huo lifted off his cap before letting go. "Why were you sneaking around after me?"
Yuan Yao coughed for a while before replying, "I got here early, so I was wandering around nearby. I happened to see you shopping with your sister-in-law."
As he spoke, he didn't forget to greet the painted woman. "Hello, sister-in-law."
The painted woman gave him a coy smile.
Yuan Yao, a homebody, blushed a little. Then a freezing stare pierced him, making him wince. He hurriedly looked away and changed the subject. "Brother Xu, you're incredible. Last time, you didn't notice me even when I was so close at Hot Spring Villa. This time, you spotted me in a crowd! It's true what they say—after three days apart,