Ding Yiyi had to turn her back. She sighed and wondered why Shuibei's attitude towards her had been more friendly from the beginning. She must have felt that she was on the United Front with herself.

Shuibei changed his clothes and turned several times in front of the mirror, feeling quite satisfied. "How much is it, boss?"

"Thirty thousand authentic goods, we use authentic surplus cloth to make, master what is the most advanced, and only eight warehouses, this one sold 8000 yuan, very cost-effective."

Shuibei frowned slightly. 8000 yuan still feels a little expensive, but the workmanship really feels good. She turned to Ding Yiyi and asked, "Do you...