In the next few days, Cheng Zimo did not come to look for Zhou Yuwei.
Zhou Yuwei's worried heart finally calmed down.
Soon, it was the end of the year.
On the night of New Year's Eve, the palace of Dianbei was holding a banquet.
Zhou Yuwei brought Xi to pick a suit.
Xi was not used to such an occasion, but for Zhou Yuwei's sake, he still followed her obediently.
Zhou Yuwei picked out a black suit for Xi.
Although it wasn't the first time she saw him in formal wear, she would be amazed by him every time he wore it.
"Momo, you're so handsome!"
Wearing a black suit, he looked cold and abstinent.
It was really life-threatening!
Xi raised his slender fingers and gently pinched Zhou Yuwei's bright cheeks." Aren't you tired of looking at her?"
"How can I be sick of it? I won't be sick of it for the rest of my life."
Xi smiled.
The sales assistant at the side looked at the two of them and smiled unconsciously.
