"I really don't like it?"

"Yeah," Su Mo nodded.

Su Changfeng felt a little soft-hearted.

Looking at the few people walking away, the boss's wife spat on the ground: "It's so unlucky. I met a few poor people when I opened it early in the morning."

When passing by a tricycle with shoes, socks, children's cotton clothes, etc. and headbands, Su Changfeng said: "Wait."

I ran over and told the others half a day, and bought a scarf with white floral background from ten yuan to seven yuan.

Su Mo looked at Su Changfeng's unnatural bargaining, from his originally pale face to a hint of redness, she lowered her long eyelashes and murmured softly: "Dad".

The two stiff words when they first came seemed to be vivid and vivid.

Su Changfeng seemed very happy for the success of the bargaining. He walked back quickly and returned stiffly when he was about to reach his daughter.

"Wait home to wash and then bring that scarf, bring this first."

It was still his stubborn cold voice.
Chapter completed!