He deliberately emphasized the word "blessing," letting others understand in an instant that he was speaking ironically.
Sensing that the atmosphere in Liang Chen's words was getting increasingly wrong, Cong Rong stepped in to smooth things over, asking, "Where are we gathering tonight? Same old place?"
Liang Chen didn't continue to make things difficult. He just leaned comfortably against the sofa, picked up a nearby magazine to flip through, and offhandedly replied, "Same old place, then."
As soon as Liang Chen's voice fell, the changing room door nearby was opened.
"Mr. Liang, do you think this outfit suits me?"
Liang Chen turned his head and saw Jing Haohao standing there, resplendent in the red dress he had picked out for her. Her skin was naturally fair and when combined with the bright red color, she looked as exquisite and translucent as white porcelain.
