Disgusting

After entering the supermarket, An Zixuan went to grab a basket. The temperature was low, and even though the supermarket came with interior heating, to not create unnecessary trouble, Ye Shuang still hid herself with the sunglasses, cap, and scarf. Thankfully, there were quite a number of people who had the same fashion sense, so Ye Shuang did not stand out too much.

"There is quite a number of people here." Ye Shuang stood in the produce aisle to select the onions and potatoes. Even though he was wearing a thick jacket, the large body and long legs made him look muscular instead of bloated. His long fingers danced amid the group of potatoes. The man was completely different from the middle-aged woman next to him. It was something mundane, but he looked like he was inside a high-end store picking out expensive stuff.