Qin Hao saw the expression on the other person's face and knew that the old woman would definitely be restless and come to cause trouble.

Sure enough, Mrs. Dong came over, handed a shirt to the store clerk: "I'll buy this. Also, my son wants to pick out clothes, go help him."

The clerk was full of joy, clearly recognizing a big client had arrived!

Once the clerk left, Mrs. Dong smiled playfully: "Mr. Bi, what a coincidence."

Qin Hao pretended to be confused: "Who are you?"

"You!"

Mrs. Dong's smile froze, but she didn't get angry, "After fighting for so long, I know it's pointless arguing with you, Mr. Bi."

At this point, although she still disliked Qin Hao, the disdain in her heart was somewhat diminished.

Objectively speaking, he can play piano, is handsome, and speaks eloquently. By any measure, he's a decent man.

The only flaw is quite obvious.

Poor.

"Good that Mrs. Dong understands."

Seeing the other person's attitude slightly soften, Qin Hao kindly said: "I think, as we're all parents, and our kids will meet in class again in the future, there's no need to make things irreparable, don't you think?"

Saying this, Qin Hao smiled.

Mrs. Dong was briefly stunned, instinctively wanting to nod and agree, but remembering her repeated blunders earlier.

The refusal-to-be-defeated spirit in her heart couldn't disappear, so she laughed: "So, is Mr. Bi planning to apologize then?"

"What?"

Qin Hao was completely startled.

Mrs. Dong crossed her arms and said with a proud face: "Mr. Bi, where is this tone going if not an apology? Don't be shy, I'm listening."

Her waiting expression made Qin Hao both angry and frustrated, saying: "Old woman, what exactly makes you feel so good about yourself?"

"What did you say? You dare call me an old woman!"

Mrs. Dong was provoked, ready to get angry again, but adjusted herself and laughed: "It's money, money gives me the courage, don't you think, Mr. Bi?"

"Daddy..."

At that moment, Xixi came out wearing a small floral red dress; her originally happy demeanor shifted due to Mrs. Dong's presence.

Her face was somewhat wary, and she remained silent as she approached.

Qin Hao brightened up, "Wow, Xixi, you look just like a fairy tale princess from Northern Europe!"

The children's clothing Xixi wore was from a foreign brand, mainly designed for foreign girls.

Huaxia girls could wear it too, but might lack some of the key charm.

But Xixi did not; her delicate features looked like a Barbie doll, especially her big, expressive eyes.

Her frame was just right, very suitable for any clothing, practically a natural clothes hanger.

With such a dress on her, there truly was a sense of a fitting model.

Even the picky Mrs. Dong had to inwardly admire: "Such a delicate little girl, what a pity she's born into such a poor family."

"Really..."

Xixi blushed at the compliment, bashfully twisting her body.

"Xixi, what do you think of this dress?"

Qin Hao went over, irresistibly patting the girl's head again.

Xixi nodded and said: "It's great, just very expensive..."

Before Qin Hao could speak, Mrs. Dong sneered: "Mr. Bi, why spend a month's salary just for a dress?"

Qin Hao said nothing, his face slightly angry: I wonder if this old woman has hit menopause, why does she always stir up trouble?

Mrs. Dong, however, didn't notice his expression and continued speaking to herself: "Men, they are just concerned about appearances; the outcome of this behavior? Making Xixi eat instant noodles for a month?"

Speaking of this, she said to Xixi: "Xixi, Jerry occasionally bullies you at school. Actually, Auntie feels embarrassed. Let's do this, Auntie will buy this dress for you, consider it an apology."

She truly found Xixi dressed very beautifully, accidentally stirring some compassion.

Women, after all, are sentimental creatures.

"No need, Aunt... Sister..."

Xixi, being a smart cookie, decided to change her address to help reconcile her brother and Mrs. Dong.

"You called me sister!"

Mrs. Dong looked excited, then covered her mouth: "Am I really that young, Xixi, you are something."

Though seeming very coy on the surface, her eyes were proud, even challenging Qin Hao: see, your daughter has far better judgment than you.

"Xixi, you're here too!"

Dong Zijie ran over, the clerk behind him holding a stack of clothes, asking: "Miss, these clothes are all picked by the Noble Young Master, do you want them all?"

There were five or six pieces of clothing, with the average price of the store, it would be no less than ten to twenty thousand.

Mrs. Dong didn't even look, pulled out a credit card, and handed it to the clerk with feigned authority, "Of course, buy them all."

"Thanks, Mommy!"

Dong Zijie suitably flattered her and said to Xixi: "My mom's very rich, Xixi, let her buy your clothes too!"

Clearly, the little rascal was completely captivated by Xixi, eager to be under her spell.

Xixi shook her head shyly, Qin Hao stepped forward and said: "Little one, Xixi appreciates your kindness. As long as you don't misbehave around Xixi in the future."

Being looked at by Qin Hao like this, Dong Zijie was a bit scared, hid behind his mother, apparently unable to forget Qin Hao's previous fierce expression.

"Stubborn as a dead duck!"

Mrs. Dong coldly said, she thought Qin Hao had no money, yet refused support for pride, utterly ridiculous.

When the clerk returned with several shopping bags, Mrs. Dong grabbed them, not in a hurry to leave, but stayed with a spectator's look, as if saying: I want to see how you pay!

Will he pull out a pile of coins?

Recalling some online news, Mrs. Dong showed a humorous yet expectant expression.

"Old woman!"

Qin Hao knew her intention all too well and was distinctly angry, so he said: "Clerk, do you have delivery personnel here?"

"Delivery personnel?"

The clerk looked confused, big eyes bewildered, completely unable to understand.

Mrs. Dong was puzzled too, but laughed: "Hahaha, do you think this is a furniture store, delivering... Mr. Bi, you are indeed humorous."

Qin Hao ignored her and said seriously to the clerk: "I'm buying quite a lot of clothes, you understand?"

The clerk was still confused but explained: "Our store has specialized clothing for delivery personnel."

"Do they have cars?"

Qin Hao's query came again, leaving Mrs. Dong and the clerk baffled.

"Delivered by electric bike."

The clerk patiently explained.

Qin Hao shook his head: "Electric bike isn't enough."

"Sir, I don't quite understand what you mean?"

Mrs. Dong found it amusing and interrupted: "Mr. Bi, are you drunk?"

Qin Hao continued to ignore her and earnestly said to the clerk: "I'm buying quite a few clothes, one electric bike is not enough."

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