"My clothes, let's go with the set from last time. Get her a matching outfit to go with mine," Yao gave instructions to the designer, patting her shoulder.
He wants to buy clothes for her?
Shen Jiayin immediately felt worried, her brows knitted into a frown. The clothes here are custom-made and surely very expensive. Whether he buys them or she buys them, it makes her upset.
"Sir, leader, no need."
"What do you mean no need? From now on, my money is your money, and your money is my money, no distinction between us."
"Isn't that more painful?"
Yao thought about it and felt she had a point, but he definitely couldn't just agree with her. Putting on a stern face, he said, "I don't worry about my own money, so you shouldn't worry either."
The words left her speechless: What a scoundrel!
