Old Chen followed behind Qiao Xi and Sun Weimeng, sensing some unusual movement.
He stepped forward to remind, "Young Madam, it seems someone is following us. When you choose a dress later, try not to act alone. It's a pity... Miss Jiaojiao isn't by your side, and both Sun and I are men, which is inconvenient."
Qiao Xi slowed her pace upon hearing his words, her rosy lips parting, "I've been missing Jiaojiao too, maybe she will come to the Imperial Capital soon."
She always felt that Jiaojiao wasn't the type to obediently stay in Haicheng.
Sun Weimeng got a bit jealous, "Am I not good enough? You want a sister, I can be your sister. I'll help you come up with ideas when picking a dress later."
Old Chen chuckled naively, "Young Master Sun, you can't follow into the fitting room. Otherwise, Young Master... will really turn you into a eunuch."
"You... are vicious!"
Sun Weimeng crossed his arms protectively, "Don't even think about taking my pride!"
