"I can." Mu Xingfeng slightly curled his lips, looking very pleased.
Only after leaving the fish stall did An Ran realize that the stout woman selling fish had definitely misunderstood them. Feeling a bit awkward, she chuckled dryly, "That lady was funny. How do we look like a couple? We clearly look more like siblings."
Mu Xingfeng just responded with an "Hmm", but he thought to himself: The public has sharp eyes.
Afterwards, An Ran noticed a subtle detail. No matter what they were buying, the vendors at the vegetable stalls either referred to Mu Xingfeng as her boyfriend or husband. Not a single one mentioned siblings.
An Ran gritted her teeth quietly. You gossiping vendors are truly something! Can't you just sell vegetables instead of randomly speculating about people's relationships? The sound of this face-slapping is really deafening.
