Seeing Zhang Xiuer finally agree, a trace of joy that Zhao Yang could hardly conceal flashed across his face, but he tried hard to control his expression and soon regained his composure.
Zhang Xiuer sat motionless, and from her expression, it was clear she was very nervous!
Zhao Yang, noticing her state, stretched out his hand and lifted the thin sweater over his head and removed it, then saw the warm blue thermal shirt underneath.
Zhao Yang knew what he would see after removing this thermal shirt.
Zhang Xiuer had already modified the fabric before, making it just about usable, but she had been very busy these days, and it probably wouldn't be retired until the real thing arrived.
The thing was also made of pure cotton, wearing it close to the body wouldn't be uncomfortable, but if there was something bad to say about it, it would be its poor shaping, and it felt constricting.
