[ Wen Kexing laughs loudly when Zhou Zishu pats him and slips free, tossing the poor scarf back to the vendor without much more than a cheerful hum as acknowledgment. ]

Let's go find another stall, then. I'm not getting you one glass until we find a good piece. How am I supposed to walk around in the same few robes every day? People will start to assume my lord doesn't take care of me.

[ Snatching up Zhou Zishu with an arm winding around him, Wen Kexing starts hauling him forward to the next batch of shiny things. ]

You don't want me to be embarrassed, do you?