Su Ziceng hurriedly looked outside, but Sister Mu seemed to be absent.
"Old Master Wen isn't feeling well, the driver has been arranged to pick her up," Pello said as he walked in, pulling the curtain of the fitting room. The fabric blocked the light outside the fitting room, and the air was filled with a sense of solemnity.
"You're not welcome here," Su Ziceng remembered that magazine, and the anger she had suppressed surged up again.
"You shouldn't marry Hang Yishao," Pello was wearing a white coat, with some folds at the collar and the sleeves rolled up, and the "Blue Love" pen was obliquely inserted on the strap.
This was very inconsistent with his always meticulous style of dressing and conducting affairs.
