“But it’s not exactly the same.”
Yan Xianjue said as if it was a matter of course: "That might be because of the custom elements added."
"My sister doesn't like to wear the same clothes as others, so she likes to ask designers to make alterations when she buys clothes."
Lei Xuan had an expression as if he had met a close friend and shouted, "I understand! Me too!"
"I do the same thing every time I buy clothes. I always add my own touch to them."
Yan Xianjue: "...I didn't think you needed this method to ensure uniqueness."
Shen Fangli nodded in agreement.
At least in the past eighteen years of her life, she had never seen anyone like the inheritance Lei Xuan.
There are many people who wear strange clothes at fashion shows, but he is really the only one who wears such bright and eye-catching clothes in daily life.
The word "夺" here is a verb.
*
When they were talking, they had no idea to turn off the microphone.
So much so that the barrage was full of laughter from beginning to end.
"Dad Jiang: Even an idiot can do that."
"Yan Xianjue: Where's the fish?"
"They really complained right up close."
"Lei Xuan rejected your fashion advice and said I have my own pace."
*
By noon, everyone's buckets were full.
Except Yan Xianjue.
Yan Xianjue looked left and right, and finally said in a sad tone: "What is the probability that my wooden shrimp is fake?"
Jiang Miaomiao: "...Wake up, guess why I'm called Mu Xia!"
She said yesterday that Yan Xianjue was the chosen fisherman, but today she is going to take back this title.
Only Father Jiang patted Yan Xianjue's shoulder with a smile and said, "You're not bad, young man. Although you didn't catch any squid, you did catch some hairtail with a wooden shrimp—"
He gave a thumbs up and said, "It's rare to see this."
"Hahahahaha, Yan Xianjue, don't read it, it's a bad review."
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