"Mr. Chu, how do you feel about this T-shirt? Your skin has a bronze tone, which makes this shirt a particularly good match for you!"
Standing at one meter seventy-two, Zhan Bingxue was nearly level with Chu Mo's eyebrows in her seven-centimeter heels, clad in a light blue sleeveless shawl over a white blouse and a scarf, her pants reaching down to her ankles accentuating the length of her legs.
Noticing the distraction of the man beside her, Zhan Bingxue felt a twinge of irritation. She pursed her lips, contemplating a burst of anger, but remembering the man's identity, she could only let out a resigned sigh:
"Mr. Chu, are you distracted by something?"
At her words, the previously preoccupied Chu Mo abruptly came back to reality, taking in the luxurious surroundings of the clothing store, and it dawned on him that he was there because he had asked Zhan Bingxue to help him choose some suitable clothes!
