Ever since he accompanied his Little Sister to the Huo Family's banquet, Yan Xiu felt that his days from then on had been tainted with the color of busyness.
If he had to say it…
"My mother liked the clothes you custom-made last time very much," Shen Xi said softly at the entrance of the design studio, but her gaze couldn't help but land on him.
Yan Xiu held a pen and paper and recorded Shen Xi's words seriously. In the end, the more he listened, the more he realized that the other party was distracted.
However, he couldn't do anything about it. The only thing he could show was a helpless expression.
"Alright, I'll remember these comments." He nodded indifferently.
Yan Xiu no longer counted how many times Shen Xi had come to his design studio recently.
Ever since he sent her to the hospital on the night of the banquet, Shen Xi seemed to have suddenly awakened some stubbornness and followed behind him firmly.
