"I don't like sitting too close to the front. Just thinking about all the people sitting behind me and having to constantly be mindful of my posture," Lin Ruochun kicked her legs, freeing the dress hem trapped under her feet, and frowned as she uttered the last word: "Annoying."
Qin Xiang saw this, raised his hand to press down on her legs, "Alright, alright, stop kicking around, just sit tight."
Saying that, he squatted down and carefully adjusted Lin Ruochun's evening gown, arranging the part trailing on the ground into a blooming flower shape, which looked a hundred times better than the messy dumpling shape Lin Ruochun had previously formed.
Wen Qiao's elbow rested on the armrest of the chair, her hand made a fist to support her temple, and she tilted her head, leisurely watching Qin Xiang and Lin Ruochun, speaking slowly, "President Qin, you're quite skilled at this, haven't you straightened many women's gowns before?"
