As Zhou Ling showed him the clothes she had bought from the mall, Zhao Kun frequently lost in thought.

"Brother Kun, why aren't you saying anything?"

"Ah...it looks good. I love seeing you wear it every day."

After regaining his senses, Zhao Kun immediately spoke.

Zhou Ling did not notice anything unusual about Zhao Kun and put all the newly bought clothes into the closet.

"Honey, why don't you and Mom go out and buy some groceries? I suddenly have a craving for fish."

Thinking about the fish market, which was quite a distance away, Zhou Ling instinctively didn't want to go. However, after seeing Zhao Kun's eyes and remembering that Zhao Kun had gone to jail for helping him get revenge on Zhou Chen, Zhou Ling couldn't help but soften her heart. "Okay, but, Brother Kun, you have to keep your promise to me."

"Don't worry, I'll talk to Mom properly, and she'll agree to move."

Zhao Kun laughed.

With Zhao Kun's assurance, Zhou Ling happily went out. A short while later, Zhao Kun heard the sound of Old Mrs. Zhao and Zhou Ling coming downstairs together.

After confirming several times that the two had gone to the farmers' market,

Zhao Kun strode back to the bedroom, stood in front of the wardrobe, opened it again, and all sorts of dresses appeared before his eyes.

At this moment, Zhao Kun was torn between two conflicting voices.

I kept reminding him that he was a man, a real man, a true hero.

One that allows him to follow his heart and respect his inner desires.

After a full minute of internal struggle

Ultimately, another voice prevailed.

Zhao Kun reached into the closet and took out a dress.

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