After this shopping spree, Rong Yan couldn’t control herself and not only bought several sets of clothes but also two pairs of shoes.
From head to toe, she had spared nothing.
When she came to her senses, Qin Ye was holding way too many items in his hands.
"Sorry, let me carry some..."
Qin Ye stepped aside to avoid her reaching hand.
"No need, I can manage. You keep browsing."
The more she spent, the happier he felt.
Rong Yan didn’t argue with him, "No need to browse any more, let’s head back first."
Qin Ye immediately nodded, "Okay, let’s go back first, and we can head out to eat later."
The main reason was that they were carrying too many things and needed to take them back first.
Besides, the hotel wasn’t too far away, and it would be convenient to come back out later.
The two returned to the hotel together, and this time they encountered the foreigners spoken of earlier by the staff in the lobby.
Rong Yan took a few extra glances at them.
There were seven people, among which two were locals, both male. One was older, around forty-five or fifty-six, and the other was a bit younger, but also around thirty, likely the local host and interpreter.
Qin Ye also took a few more looks at the group with blue eyes and blonde hair, since he was from a small place and this was actually his first time seeing foreigners.
Comparing himself to these people, he noticed that he wasn’t outdone in height.
And when it came to looks... he thought he was more attractive, at the very least, very pleasant to the eye.
Those people’s eye sockets were too deep.
Back in the room, Qin Ye put down the bags, "Wife, let’s go eat!"
Rong Yan: "..."
She realized that ever since he first called her that, he had gotten increasingly smooth with the term.
Maybe she should find some time to talk about it with him!


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