In S City, the most prosperous commercial street was bustling with people.
At the corner of this street, there was a boutique of a handmade luxury brand. It was famous for its elegant design and was widely loved by socialites.
At this moment, Jiang Xuecheng was sitting inside. His eyes were quiet, and his slender fingers were gently flipping through a fashion magazine.
Lu Xiao hung up the evening gown in her hand again, and then looked at Jiang Xuecheng with a smile.
"Young master, I didn't expect you to be so engrossed in reading the magazines. Is it to change your taste?"
Jiang Xuecheng stood up and glanced at Lu Xiao indifferently.
"It's just to pass time."
Lu Xiao shrugged and was about to say something when she suddenly heard the door of the fitting room open with a creak.
