Su Cha: "…"
The stylist: "…"
It didn't sound like there was anything wrong with her words. It was necessary for an assistant to suck up to her boss, after all.
However, Fu Mo's words gave off a strange feeling.
In addition, Fu Mo's looks were not bad…
The stylist glanced at the two of them strangely. Su Cha coughed lightly. "Let's continue to try other things."
After trying on all the clothes, Su Cha continued recording songs until late at night. When she returned home, she wanted to continue embroidering. Even her martial arts training had to be postponed for a while, but Bo Muyi came back and pestered her to do something with him. It was best that she fell asleep once she was dizzy.
