Qiao Xi ascended the staircase to the second floor.
At a glance, she saw the prominently displayed nameplate and pushed the door open to enter.
The dressing room was delicately furnished, featured a soft couch and a washroom, and the vanity was adorned with unopened cosmetics. The room was scented with aromatherapy, and the wardrobe was filled with men's and women's formal wear. Although not from the top luxury brands, they were far from mediocre.
The Sun Family really was wealthy, so willing to invest.
Her stomach was churning tumultuously.
She propped herself on the soft couch for a while, but eventually couldn't hold back, rushing to the washroom to vomit.
After throwing up, she felt much better.
It was then that she had the heart to attend to the stains on her cheongsam. She was reluctant to change out of it, for it was a gift from Mr. Huo.
The embroidery on it matched the patterns on his cuffs.
