Up close and facing Liu Mang, who had donned new clothes, Lin Ziyan's heart started racing as she looked at his smile.
Touching the fabric of his clothes, Liu Mang remarked, "The material is not bad, but it's a bit tight. This outfit must cost at least two or three hundred yuan, right?"
Just as Lin Ziyan was starting to feel a spurt of fondness for Liu Mang, his words shattered it to pieces, and it went straight to the trash bin along with his integrity.
This guy really was clueless, thinking he could get this outfit for two or three hundred yuan. Even multiplied by a hundred, it wouldn't be enough.
Checking the time, she saw it was getting late; there was no time to pick something else. Lin Ziyan said, "It's a slim-fit style, of course it's a bit tight. Just wear it for a while and you'll get used to it."
Lin Ziyan paid with her card, instructed the clerk to cut off the tags, and had Liu Mang walk out wearing it.
