After spending a lot of time getting dressed, He Yunxiao led Meng Qingrou, who was now wearing a veil, back into the carriage.
Although it was almost noon, Yoon Kyung-sung's shopping spree had only just begun.
Our first stop was, of course, the "Little Fatty Dog Ceramics Shop" that Nanzhu's wife had been longing to visit.
The original name of "Little Fatty Dog Ceramics Shop" is "Yaohui New Porcelain," and it is located on the bustling Northward Commercial Street in Yinjing City.
This commercial street is not far from Tingfeng Tower, and while positioned slightly lower, it is still considered a high-end shopping destination. However, it offers very few personalized custom-made products like those found at Tingfeng Tower. Instead, it features more trendy and novel trinkets.
The commercial street is filled with shops like "Little Fat Dog Ceramics Shop" that prioritize appearance over practicality.
The "Little Fat Dog Ceramic Base," which is Nanzhu's wife's favorite, was created in this atmosphere.
Otherwise, a simple wooden block would have been enough to solve the problem of the porcelain base, so why bother using ceramic animals?
The commercial street was crowded, so the Hou family's carriage stopped outside the street and dropped He Yunxiao and Meng Qingrou off.
He Yunxiao got out of the car first and, as before, brought a wooden ladder for Nanzhu's wife to come down. However, Nanzhu's wife got stuck in the car.
To be precise, it was her little hands that were gripping the car door frame tightly and wouldn't let go.
"South Sea pearls?"
He Yunxiao sensed that Nan Zhu's wife was acting strangely, so he asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Meng Qingrou gripped the door frame, her voice trembling slightly.
"He Yunxiao..."
Although Nan Zhu's wife didn't call him "Brother Yunxiao" as agreed, He Yunxiao couldn't care less about that.
The safety and health of my wife, Nan Zhu, is the top priority. Whether or not I hide my identity is irrelevant. If my wife is not feeling well, she can just get lost.
He Yunxiao moved closer to Meng Qingrou and found that she was trembling slightly.
"Nam-joo, are you feeling unwell? Did you catch a cold while changing your clothes?"
Meng Qingrou gripped the door frame, her voice trembling, "He Yunxiao, there are so many people..."
He Yunxiao: "Huh?"
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