"I think it's quite nice,"
Wu Xiaoshan said calmly as he took off the outfit and started to compare it against Zhang Jiaojiao's body.
"This skirt is way too short, it goes all the way up to the thighs."
Zhang Jiaojiao hastily pushed the clothes away, her face turning red all the way to the back of her ears.
The manager beside them smiled silently. He didn't feel it was his place to comment, for fear of upsetting Wu Xiaoshan and potentially causing their factory to lose an order.
"Manager, where were these uniforms made?"
Seeing that Zhang Jiaojiao was reluctant, Wu Xiaoshan turned and asked the manager.
The manager immediately smiled and said, "Normally, these types of uniforms are ordered by bath centers and private clubs."
Zhang Jiaojiao, with a blush still on her face, complained, "You heard that, right? How can the female workers work in these clothes? Even if the women don't mind, I bet the men won't be able to focus on their work after seeing them."
