The night was serene, and their love had just begun.
In another bedroom, Feng Fanghua changed out of the cheongsam designed by Qin Mu at Mu Zihao's request.
Feng Fanghua's figure had always been well-maintained, and as a typical Eastern beauty, the purple cheongsam showcased her excellent physique to perfection.
She turned around twice, looking downwards at her waist and legs, and gently touched the fabric across her chest. It was the work of a skillful person; the texture was utterly authentic. Feng Fanghua, having worn so many expensive cheongsams, naturally knew this.
"This girl does have some talent."
"More than that, even the color and thread used for these delicate patterns that are embroidered on it are on par with our domestic luxury brands."
"Is it really that good?"
Feng Fanghua turned to look at him, skeptical.
"Humph, don't believe me? Try wearing this cheongsam to the charity banquet in a few days and listen to what those critical madams have to say."
