"Pretty good."
Chen Hao replied with a sentence.
Actually, for a naturally beautiful woman like Song Yuxin, no matter what she wore, she looked good, even if it were just a village girl's clothes worth a few dozen yuan, on her body, they appeared unblemished like a fresh fairy emerging from the mud.
"Really pretty good?" Song Yuxin, delighted by Chen Hao's response, said, "Then I'll go try it on, and you can help me check again. If there's something better, I'll change."
Although Chen Hao had only said "pretty good," in Song Yuxin's heart, it was more solid than any compliment.
Soon, Song Yuxin went to the fitting room to change.
At that moment, Sun Jia came over, leaned close to Chen Hao, and said with a smile, "Mr. Chen, your girlfriend is really beautiful."
Sun Jia had sprayed herself with perfume.
It was the scent of jasmine flowers, with a subtle freshness, combined with the unique scent of a woman's body, it revealed a distinctive fragrance.
