Ji Xiaoyuan paid the money and then went to the ready-to-wear clothing store.
Watching his retreating figure, the vendors started to chat.
"If I could marry him, even if it meant living in a grand mansion and riding in a large carriage, I would be willing!" The young girl buying a flower hairpin almost drooled, her eyes nearly glued to him, her tone filled with fantasies.
"If you really married a man like that, you'd desire to be both immortal and dead at night! Unfortunately, I can no longer bear children, if I could, I probably wouldn't need my monthly supplies anymore."
"Look at what you're imagining, so beautiful." The men sounded sour, but Ji Xiaoyuan's stature was too outstanding, and they couldn't think of any flaws, only muttering resentfully in a low voice, "He's just a hunter, doesn't earn much money, no family background, a poor single man."
