The suit from Cheng Yao's house fit Qin Yihan exceptionally well.
All the tailoring and creases were just right.
It even fitted him better than his own clothes.
It was as if the suit had been custom-made for Qin Yihan's figure.
Looking at his reflection in the mirror, Qin Yihan's brows were tightly knitted.
Was it really just a coincidence?
After all, almost all of his clothes were custom-made, not because custom-made means higher quality, but like his father, he had a pair of long legs.
Legs that were too straight and too long, conventional trousers would inevitably reveal his ankles when worn.
Thus, over the years, he was accustomed to wearing only custom-made garments.
And at the moment, even the length of the trousers of the suit he was wearing was just right.
He narrowed his eyes slightly.
If he remembered correctly, the proportions of Cheng Yao's legs were different from his.
If the suit was truly Cheng Yao's, then it shouldn't fit all his measurements exactly.
