When Yan Xianjue arrived, his trunk was packed to the brim.
When Yan Xianjue headed home, his trunk was still packed to the brim.
He felt like a merchant from an era before currency, bartering goods between two households.
He casually shared the comparison with Shen Fangli, who giggled nonstop on the other end of the call.
Judging by the background, she was probably still sprawled on the sofa where they had been snuggling earlier, hugging a cushion as she asked with great interest, "How were the clothes my dad bought? Did they fit?"
Yan Xianjue looked helplessly at Shen Fangli, who clearly enjoyed watching the drama unfold, and nodded.
"Why did your dad think to buy clothes?"
Shen Fangli grinned. "I picked them out, and my dad paid."
Yan Xianjue said in a tone of utter certainty, "I knew it."
Even if President Shen had genuinely lost his mind, he would not have bought them matching couple outfits.
So aside from Shen Fangli, there was probably no one else who would have done this.
Shen Fangli wore a smile, but her tone deliberately carried a hint of regret. "I was originally planning to use them to coax you once you actually got mad."
Yan Xianjue raised a brow. "From your tone, it sounds like you were rather looking forward to that?"
"Hehe." Shen Fangli covered her mouth as she snickered. "I've never seen it before. I was a little curious."
Yan Xianjue could not help rolling his eyes at her.
The two chatted idly, and Yan Xianjue felt like hardly any time had passed before he was already at his doorstep.
"I'm home. Let's talk later?"
Shen Fangli knew Ji Heng was visiting the Yan Household today, so she did not keep him. She simply nodded. "Then we'll call