Yang Xiao pondered over Chen Mo Mo's matters all night and didn't manage to sleep a wink, yet he looked as spirited as ever.
He got up out of bed and washed up seriously, then he carefully chose what he considered his best set of clothes to wear.
He felt that the preparation Su Qian'er spoke of was nothing more than this, and this was all he could do.
He looked at himself in the mirror and then nodded with great satisfaction.
"Clothes make the man, just like gold makes the Buddha," goes the saying, and it couldn't be more true.
The already handsome Yang Xiao, after paying particular attention to his attire, appeared even more striking and dashing.
His face, indeed, was something that made other men jealous.
Otherwise, back in college, Zhu Li wouldn't have chosen to be with him.
At that time, Zhu Li was the bona fide campus beauty, and although Yang Xiao was the male counterpart, his lack of wealth made him seem quite lackluster in comparison.
