Song Yun doesn't like wearing suits, which is something many people know. Because of Song Yun's somewhat thin and frail figure, wearing a suit often creates a droopy look, unable to fill out the suit, making him look even more scrawny and pitiful. However, there are times when Song Yun has no choice but to wear a suit. After all, you can't show up to a party organized by a second-in-command from the bureaucracy in flip-flops, jeans, and a t-shirt, right? That would be blatantly disrespectful.
"Sigh, help me put it on." Song Yun stood up weakly and said, "Every time I see a suit, I feel weak."
"Hehe, I specifically picked this one for you, it should suit you!" Qingluan said as she handed the suit jacket to Song Yun, "Try it on."
Song Yun had no choice but to take the clothes and began changing right in front of Qingluan, unconcerned about changing his pants in front of her as well.
Once the suit was on, Song Yun surprisingly felt a tailored fit.
