End of the world countdown, one day.
It should have been a clear, cloudless day, at least that's what the weather forecast said, but the gloomy sky surely made the people drying clothes a bit uneasy, right?
Luo Qianqian looked at a group of young men coming over shamelessly asking for leggings, and couldn't help but laugh and cry; what kind of precedent had she set for this group?
Nevertheless, she generously handed them out, especially attentively making a call to her hand and sending enough leggings in large sizes, fleece-lined and thickened versions for everyone. Even Yan couldn't help but laugh and cry; what kind of magic did these things possess that fascinated everyone?
"Do you want some too?" Seeing Yan's curious gaze, Luo Qianqian took four pairs boldly, threw them to four people with a chuckle: "You guys can try them, they're really nice, and most importantly, they can slim the legs..."
