That night, Ken drove the car back to Brian's house. Brian was sitting in the front seat beside Ken, while Diana was sitting with Sybil in the back, chatting happily. Ken was their main topic of conversation.
"Ken, your clothes are so old… doesn't my brother give you a good salary? You need you to look for some nicer stuff to wear," Sybil said with a cheeky smile.
"He bought the clothes himself. Why do you blame me?" Brian asked.
Ken smiled shyly.
"The clothes I'm wearing now are last year's designs. . They might not be in fashion, but they're good quality and comfortable. Of course, as you major in fashion and design, you must have a better taste than most ordinary people."
Ken's words made Sybil swell with pride.
"Maybe I can take you shopping someday. I'll help you choose some nice things. It will help a lot when you meet the girl you like. What you're wearing now is wasting your gorgeous face."
