Zhao Rong exhaled, shook his head gently, and suppressed a certain impulse.
Right now, he had more important matters to attend to, at least he needed to get through the mid-month grand examination and free up some energy.
But the little, silly fox demon was so obedient that it made his heart ache.
At this moment.
Li Bai stepped forward, holding his sword with a worried frown, "Qian'er, why do I feel the more I look at this outfit, the more it resembles that of a lackey?"
Zhao Rong and Zhao Qian'er promptly turned back.
The young girl eyed him up and down a few times, her delicate nose wrinkled as she said:
"What are you talking about? Uncle Li Bai, I'm telling you, it's autumn now, which is the perfect time to wear this color. It offers contrast and is bright enough, a trendy color for clothes on the market. You can be seen from far away, and nobody can overlook you."
