He came back within ten minutes, holding a large bag with a very low-key color in his hand. Yuan Lang sat back next to Wu Zhe. Seeing Wu Zhe looking at him with something stuffed in his mouth, he coughed and took out a down jacket with a very low-key color from the bag. He shook the yellow down jacket and said:
"Come and change quickly."
Fortunately, Wu Zhe shut up in time, otherwise the walnut kernels in his mouth would probably spurt out.
Under Yuan Lang's concerned gaze, he awkwardly took off his coat and put on a thick down jacket, and then sighed at such bright colors and such childish patterns.
Yuan Lang zipped up his zipper, pulled his shirt collar all the way to his chin, and touched it at the end:
"What's wrong with this dress? It's a famous brand! Semir!"