Zhao Bin looked at Xia Ling in front of him. At this moment, he regretted that two hours had passed since he just stepped out of KFC. They had been wandering ceaselessly and had no rest.

Zhao Bin has carried seven or eight bags of clothes on his hand, and the average price is seven or eight thousand. Two of them are more than ten thousand, which makes him panic.

"How about this table?" Xia Ling pointed to a man's watch in the counter and asked Zhao Bin, who was beside her.

"I don't usually wear watches very much. After all, I have to work." Zhao Bin waved his hand,...