Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
It was like a bucket of ice water had been dumped on him. All the happiness he had over Shang Jing buying the product he endorsed evaporated to nothing.
He Jiang mocked, “Fine, you can go naked after showering.”
Shang Jing looked down at the clothes he was wearing. Having gone through the ordeal of the car accident, parts of his pants were torn while his shirt was in no better condition.
Does He Jiang mean he did not have even a single piece of his clothing at his house?
Trying to play the bachelor to the end?
Even normal couples would leave at least a set of clothing at their other half’s home as backup.
They were already married and of the same gender too. Keeping a few pieces of his clothing would not have raised any suspicions.
A douchebag will always be a douchebag.
Shang Jing: “I’ll go grab two sets of pajamas.”
Judging from the size of the shopping mall, it would be easy to find a few articles of clothing.
He Jiang scanned their surroundings. They were standing right next to his cardboard cut-out. It was too eye-catching. A few people had already stopped to stare at them.
He grabbed Shang Jing’s wrist and walked towards the exit. “Not buying.”
Shang Jing: “Then what am I going to wear?”
He Jiang: “Nothing.”
Shang Jing squinted his eyes and stared at He Jiang incredulously. Had he always been the petty kind of husband who would never shop with his wife and only date in parks?
He was only left with five hundred yuan. That was not even enough to get a full set of outfit from the mall. To make the most out of what he had, he could only check out the flea market.
Of course, him wearing clothing from a flea market would not affect the film emperor’s branded customized clothes.
While he was dragged out of the supermarket, he fleshed out his divorce plans.
The dairy was not exaggerating at all. He Jiang’s control over money was tighter than he thought. It was practically impossible to live on those little bits of fats leaking through the cracks between his fingers.
Meanwhile, He Jiang did not know what Shang Jing was frowning over and
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