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Some people even quietly took out their phones to secretly take photos.
A sour feeling rose in Mai Xiaomai's heart, and it was unpleasant.
The cell phone rang.
It was Qiao Chutian's.
Qiao Chutian waved his cell phone at her from across the way.
Mai Xiaomai answered the call.
"Wife, I've got an urgent matter and need to leave first. Don't go shopping; head back to the hotel and wait for me. When I come back, we can continue shopping together."
"Oh."
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay."
"Be good, love you."
After Qiao Chutian hung up the phone, he glanced over at her, then hurriedly left with that woman.
Mai Xiaomai watched their figures recede into the distance, feeling hollow inside, as if a large part of her heart had been scooped out.
She didn't head back to the hotel.
Instead, feeling downtrodden, she entered a nearby clothing store and picked out a white printed sari and a bright yellow headscarf, wrapping herself up like an Arab woman, with only her eyes showing.
