Ling Chuxia clenched her teeth and ultimately said nothing, turning around and continuing her selection. Yet, after picking out several suits, all were rejected by Shi Che in a glance. Despite her ability to remain composed, Ling Chuxia felt her anger rising. She stood defiantly before Shi Che, frowning and glaring at him, "Shi Che, what exactly do you want? Each of these suits I've picked is suitable for formal occasions, and they all align with your preferences. What exactly are you dissatisfied with? Or are you just playing with me?"
Shi Che's hand, which had been flipping through a magazine, suddenly stopped. He then tossed the magazine back onto the table and leaned back in his chair, elegantly crossing his legs. His dark eyes looked at her, his gaze laced with mockery as he spoke slowly, "My preferences?"
