"How is it? Is it good?"
Her silvery-white hair was neatly tied up, and she wore an ordinary-looking purple dress that was a gift from her "mother," made from the simplest material and treated to be fire-resistant.
However, due to her slender and beautiful figure, and perfectly proportioned limbs, she made the dress look like a magnificent gown.
Newborn widened her eyes, looking at Lu Ping'an, waiting for a confirming answer.
Lu Ping'an rubbed his temples, put down the catalog in his hand, frowned, and took a sip of the pitch-black coffee.
"...Huh? Not bad."
"Really?"
Zhi Xi smiled with joy, a rare display of emotion during this time.
At the same time, she reached out her hand, showing an eager look in her eyes.
Lu Ping'an sighed helplessly, holding her cold little hand while continuing to taste the bitter, high-priced coffee.
"...Life Sharing."
