Before they knew it, it was already the thirty-first.
After lunch, Han Jiaojiao began rummaging through her large wardrobe.
Dresses, oh, dresses—she had many beautiful ones bought by her mom, her dad, her brother; everyone treated her like a little princess and dressed her up accordingly, she never lacked for dresses of any kind.
But after trying several, she was not satisfied; either the dress was too short, or the back was too exposed. Wearing such to a banquet, her brother would probably kill her.
While Han Jiaojiao was still struggling to choose, Han Yi was already dressed neatly. The classic pairing of a white shirt and black suit made the lines of his suit look sharp and his figure tall and graceful, his handsome face with slightly pursed lips, exuded a calm, restrained artistic flair, yet his movements were decisive and powerful, showing a stern and aloof demeanor.
