Afternoon.
The VIP area of Ginza Department Store was not very crowded.
Luo Qiangwei selected several sets of the season's popular styles and stood in front of a floor mirror, holding them up against herself. Then, she turned to the man behind her and asked, "Which suit do you think looks good?"
Mo Shiche, with one hand in his pocket, stood tall and straight. On hearing her question, he looked up and scanned the clothes briefly, frowning slightly, "None of them look good."
"That's impossible," Luo Qiangwei said, looking at him with some surprise, "You couldn't possibly have a problem with your brain and become color blind, could you?"
The clothes she was holding were designed by masters, she could only say each had its merits, but they definitely couldn't be called unattractive.
