My Son Might Be A Villain

“Sir, here’s your card back. Two sets of regular ones and two sets of extra thick ones. I had put them in two separate bags for you,” said the salesperson as she handed the two bags over to Lu Shao.

“In addition, these two extra thick ones had wool in them. You will need to pay special attention to the cleaning instructions.” The salesperson reminded them very thoroughly.

“What do I need to do?” asked Lu Shao.

“The cleaning instructions can be found on the label, right here. You just have to look at it when cleaning it.” The salesperson pulled the tag out and showed it to Lu Shao as she spoke.

Lu Shao’s face dropped when he saw the label.

What did the bucket of water mean?

30 meant 30 degrees?

And what was that triangle with an “X” supposed to mean?

“Are there no written instructions?” asked Lu Shao with a frown.

“Uh… as the label is small in size so there are only icons,” said the salesperson.

“It’s really straightforward. You can have the child’s mother take a look. She will understand.”

When they heard that, both Lu Shao and Su Han had the same thought: The mother just might be the most unreliable of the three.

“Alright, I get it.” Taking the bags from the salesperson, the patriarch of the Lu family decided to drop the subject.

“Let’s go,” said Lu Shao as he glanced over at Su Han.

“I said I didn’t want them……” Su Han’s brows furrowed as he stared intensely at the shopping bags that Lu Shao was holding. He could not have looked more resentful.

Lu Shao just ignored it all.

Lu Shao took two steps forward before he looked back over at Su Han, who was protesting his resentment with his actions, frowned and said, “Hurry up. Stop wasting time.”

They still had a lot to do tonight.

Su Han pursed his when he heard that.

“Psst. Whatever. He could buy whatever the heck that he wants but no way he is going to wear them.” Giving Lu Shao a stare from behind, Su Han sneered and finally walked up to Lu Shao begrudgingly.

“Where did your mom usually get your clothes from?” Lu Shao stopped and asked after a couple of steps.

Hah.

Su Han sneered.

“Downstairs.”

“Let’s go.”

The two quickly got down to the second floor.

“What do you like?” asked Lu Shao after glancing over at a couple of the shops.

Su Han had a dubious look on him upon hearing that.

Was Lu Shao saying that he could pick up what he liked himself?

“This one,” said Su Han as he pointed at a white sweater after looking around a little.

“I remember you have something similar.”

Su Han: Hmm, he could be right…… how did this man have such good memory?

“This one.”

“Too thin.”

“This one.”

“Not stylish.”

“Then this one.” Su Han finally pointed at a black hoodie while trying to contain his temper.

“Black is no good.”

Su Han: What’s not good about black? Did black ever offend you? Besides, you dress in black all the time!

“You should wear brighter colors at your age,” said Lu Shao calmly as though he could read Su Han’s mind.

“What’s brighter color?” asked Su Han through gritted teeth.

The big floral prints that Du WenTao’s mother liked so much?

Lu Shao did not answer Su Han’s question. Looking away, Lu Shao took Su Han to the next shop.

“This one, this one, and that one……” Lu Shao quickly picked up 3-4 sets of clothing and handed them over to the salesperson.

“Look for his size,” said Lu Shao as he gestured toward Su Han.

The salesperson was taken aback a little.

They were done shopping just like that?

Su Ran liked to bring Su Han there to shop as well. As Su Han was very good looking, the salesperson remembered him.

Su Han had always been there with his mother in the past but this time it was with his father.

Sure enough, his mother and his father’s style in picking out clothes were very different.

When Su Han came with Su Ran, they would pick and compare repeatedly and not as decisively as the dad……

Em, wasn’t that a bit too decisive?

The salesperson was stunned.

Nevermind about the salesperson, even Su Han was looking at Lu Shao in surprise.

Could he be any more casual than that?

Point was, as casual as he was, these few that he picked up weren’t half bad!

Looking over at Su Han, as though he could read Su Han’s mind, Lu Shao lifted his brows.

“What? Did you think I will pick out the colorful ones recommended by Du WenTao’s mother?” asked Lu Shao.

“Was I wrong?” asked Su Han.

“Of course you were wrong.” He merely felt that parent-child sets weren’t bad was all.