Jiang Mansion.
Jiang Ruxin stood in front of the mirror, carefully adjusting his clothes. After changing his outfit over ten times, he was still not satisfied and finally took out a set that he'd kept at the bottom of his trunk.
This suit was the first one Zhu Qingjia bought with her salary after she started working, and Jiang Ruxin had always been reluctant to wear it.
Knowing that Wen Sheng was coming today, he had proudly gone out to get his hair done the night before.
Chen Lanjuan took the initiative to help Jiang Ruxin straighten his collar, saying with a faint smile, "When Asheng gets here, be sure not to scare her off. Even though the girl is independent and sensible, she is also very delicate at heart."
"You know what I'm like. When I'm in a good mood, I talk a lot. If I can't control my mouth later, you'll have to remind me." Jiang Ruxin felt refreshed, having not stopped talking since he got up in the morning.
