Watching him adjust his handsome look in the window glass, Mu Zhenzhen summoned her courage and walked up to him.
"How about it, do I look good?"
The man turned around, a hint of arrogant confidence in his smile, and while speaking, he brushed off his clothes.
He must have really grown tired of wearing patient clothes, showing a fresh interest in the clothes he once wore daily.
Caught off guard by the question, Mu Zhenzhen stiffly scanned him from head to toe, "You look good."
With his physique, anything he wears looks good.
Especially a suit tailored just for him.
"Not bad taste." The man's smile deepened, though it never reached his eyes.
"Mo Xingyuan, I have something I want to talk to you about." Taking advantage of the fact that no one else was in the ward, Mu Zhenzhen repeated what she had just said.
"Okay, go ahead."
The man looked away, once again adjusting his appearance in the window glass.
It was clear he felt quite good about being discharged.
