Qin Zhuoning pushed the door open and entered. The huge cloakroom was spacious and bright. A dazzling array of clothes, shoes, hats, and jewelry in layers of glass cabinets greeted her eyes.
Currently, there were four service staff carefully choosing a gown for Pei Jiao to wear to today's engagement.
Pei Jiao sat on the sofa, leaning forward slightly. She reached out and fiddled with the bouquet of beautiful red roses in front of her absent-mindedly, as if everything around her had nothing to do with her.
"Miss Pei, look at this set. It's a Chinese cheongsam with Su Xiu's pattern. The buttons are low and won't hurt your neck. It's mainly comfortable."
Pei Jiao glanced at it and shook her head. "I don't like the style."
