Did he look like the president?
Nathan walked into the bathroom, looked at himself in the mirror, and smiled strangely. He shook his head and washed the hand he had shaken with Rena.
"Rachel, how much longer are we going to shop?"
Ansel followed her impatiently.
Rachel turned around and looked at him with a smile, "I didn't ask you to carry anything, and I only asked you to follow me. Why are you getting impatient?"
Ansel walked quickly and caught up with her, "You don't buy anything. What's the point of shopping like this?"
Rachel looked at him and said, "I haven't met the right."
Ansel sighed, "How long will you choose?"
Rachel looked at him and froze for a moment.
"How about you give me some advice? Maybe I'll be a little faster."
Rachel looked at her with a smile, rolling her
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