"Okay, please wait a moment."
The saleswomen, sensing the context and feeling disappointed, dispersed, and then invited Xiaye to sit on the sofa, whispering with envy, "Mr. Li personally taking you to pick clothes, you're really something."
Yan Xiaye did not think she was anything special. If anything was exceptional, it was the severe pain in her ankle.
Keeping a smile, she shooed away the gossipy ladies and watched as Li Beicheng walked over to the men's section, quickly bending down to secretly rub her ankle.
Somehow, whether it was heartache or injury, she was particularly reluctant to show it in front of Li Beicheng.
Before long, the saleswomen came over with the latest styles of clothing and accessories, measured them against Yan Xiaye, and finally chose the most serene and elegant set, pushing her towards the changing room to put them on.
When Li Beicheng emerged in a new suit, Yan Xiaye was sitting on the sofa, letting the saleswomen select shoes for her.
