More than ten minutes later, Qiao Mo walked out of the fitting room.
A blue-gray little suit adorned her body, elegant yet with a touch of playfulness, further highlighting her bright and radiant small face.
The shop assistant glanced at Fu Nancheng's expression and immediately complimented, "This set of skirt really complements the lady's complexion. The style is not overly formal, won't appear mature, and it wears comfortably and casually, very suitable for the lady's temperament."
Hearing this, Fu Nancheng's expression softened slightly and he picked a few more items: "These few pieces."
The shop assistant on the side, trembling with fear, hurriedly brought sizes suitable for Qiao Mo.
Qiao Mo remained silent, returned to the fitting room again, and after changing one by one, walked to him without expressing any opinion, like a puppet.
His expression became more and more gloomy, and he was somewhat angered.
