Very soon the clerk brought the bubble tea to Valentine Teller, and before she could take a sip, Mark Reed, in a new shirt, walked past her: "Let's go."
"Alright." Valentine immediately stood up, gulped down the bubble tea, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and wrapped the suit tightly around her as she followed him out.
The suits in this store probably aren't cheap, and the one she's wearing is definitely pricey.
Valentine felt uncomfortable all over, tugged at the blouse with the missing button and deep neckline, and took off the suit: "I'd better not wear your clothes, lest they get dirty."
Mark casually took it and tossed it to the back seat, continuing to focus on driving.
Valentine nervously looked back, and only when she saw the suit land on the back seat did she relax. Seeing his expressionless face, she couldn't help but want to say a few words.
