"Heh heh." Zhang Xiaohao smiled playfully.
He walked toward the shop next door, not even bothering to close the door of his own shop.
"Brother Xiaohao, everything I said is true, my sister really is super pretty, as beautiful as a painting, a real girl-next-door beauty, so beautiful she makes fish sink and wild geese fall from the sky, and she plays the piano really well. As long as you promise to put in a good word for me, I'll introduce my sister to you." Xiao Hu hurriedly chased after him.
No matter what he said, Zhang Xiaohao acted as if he hadn't heard a word, and walked straight into the tailor shop next door.
"Brother Xiaohao, you're here, hurry, come in and sit!" Seeing Zhang Xiaohao come over, a middle‑aged man quickly came up to greet him. He was Xiao Hu's father.
"Brother Zhang, no need to be so polite, I'll help myself." Zhang Xiaohao said with a smile.
He placed the two bottles of Wuliangye and six boxes of skewers he was carrying on the table.
