"This is my boyfriend, Shi Weiqing." Yu Zhi introduced him briefly to the two people, then pulled out a few pieces of clothing and a pile of design drafts from a bag, tossing them onto the table.
"Oh my God, where did you snatch such a boyfriend from?" Kevin clicked his tongue, and as always, his words were unfiltered.
Well, who could blame him? He was too satisfied with Shi Weiqing.
The man's body proportions were exceptional. If placed in the fashion industry, he could definitely create a storm.
"Not snatched. He volunteered." Yu Zhi pursed her lips, her expression entirely serious.
But hearing this, others would interpret it quite differently.
Unable to contain himself, Shi Weiqing chuckled softly. He pinched the cheek of the little girl and pulled her into his arms to sit. "Zhizhi is right; it was voluntary."
The man's gentle and doting demeanor made Kevin feel like he'd been fed a mountain of dog food, as though he'd fallen into a vat of lemon juice—completely sour.
