Gu Xing's father was shocked, looking at Qin Heng in disbelief. More specifically, he was staring at the clothes Qin Heng was wearing, his eyes wide, almost popping out. His gaze was fixed, just like an ordinary person seeing God himself.
"Oh my God! This craftsmanship, this design, this fabric! Heavens above! I'm going to die! I'm really going to die! It's divinely inspired workmanship! Could this, this possibly be clothes tailor-made on Savile Street in London!?"
His exclamation made everyone in the train carriage hear it; even the beautiful stewardess, originally on duty in the carriage vestibule, couldn't help but turn to look, and then kept glancing back.
People's eyes gleamed as they watched Qin Heng without blinking, their expressions full of amazement.
"Wow! Is this a tailor-made suit from Savile Street? Oh my God, I wonder how much these clothes cost—at least a million yuan, right?"
