Before long, Zhu Qing came out.
Zhang Xian looked up, and a smile couldn't help but break out on his handsome face.
He didn't know about his own taste, but he thought Zhu Qing looked beautiful right now, in the purple dress she was wearing. Simple, yet stylish, youthful but not devoid of grace.
"Not bad!" Mu Cheng placed her left hand across her chest, the right one under her chin, and nodded approvingly.
Zhu Qing twirled in front of the mirror, laughing happily. Obviously, she was very satisfied with the dress Zhang Xian had chosen for her.
"Looks like I've got good taste." Zhang Xian quickly spotted a red form-fitting dress as soon as Mu Cheng affirmed the previous dress and he walked over to take it down.
Compared to the dress Zhu Qing was wearing, this one was undoubtedly much more mature and seductive, especially by style—this dress certainly aimed for an elegant and splendid appearance.
