Chu Yang snorted and walked out: "Look at me."

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The two of them were wandering around Zixia City like headless flies. As they walked, Chu Yang kept asking about the prices of roadside shops or stalls. As long as he saw a shop, Chu Yang would walk in.

Ask if you want to sell it...

This went on for a whole afternoon.

Mao was so naughty that his legs almost turned into noodles. He followed Chu Yang with slumped shoulders, sticking out his tongue and panting.

I really didn’t expect that just shopping could make me, a heaven-level expert, so tired...

It's fine if you go in and actually buy something. You just make some comments, and in the end you don't buy anything. You walk away in the eyes of the clerk, and then you go to the next store, and you make another comment, and then you are greeted with a look of disapproval.

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This psychological pressure is too much.
Chapter completed!