C87 Myna Was Provoking Him(1)

That night, Lu Zifeng had truly become a footman. The large and small bags in his hands had almost drowned him. Other than the clothes inside, there was also a female spring dress.

When he paid, Lu Zifeng pretended to be serious and packed a bag. The two women spent a few thousand yuan in total. He was not a prodigal, and he was secretly glad that he did not have money on him