"Okay." Pei Ge nodded as she glanced at the man seated on the couch.
Ji Ziming's features were illuminated by the store lights.
"How's this one?" He pointed to a white dress next to her. It was adorned with strings of pearls at the waist and had flower embroidery at the hemline—a fusion of eastern and western design.
"It's not bad; it just seems…"
"Seems what?"
"I think it's a little long."
"It's not."
The person in charge brought an assistant in uniform over. "Sir, ma'am, I'm stylist Xiao Mei; I'll be helping madam with her shopping today."
The man narrowed his eyes as he looked at this stylist. For some reason, she looked familiar.
"Okay. You can pick clothes for her."
"Okay." The woman nodded and bowed. She then looked plainly at Pei Ge.
Ji Ziming's eyes hardened as he looked at this stylist. Did he make a mistake?
