Mu Lezhu looked down at the outfit she was wearing, not finding anything wrong or unsatisfactory, and asked puzzledly: "What's wrong? Doesn't it look good?"
As soon as she spoke, Lu Jingang's expression slightly darkened, he stared at her with an exceptionally cool and disdainful gaze, saying incredulously: "You think it looks good?"
Being questioned like this, Mu Lezhu hesitated to affirm, feeling as if her taste was being disdained by him.
Mu Lezhu pursed her lips, took a deep breath, and was too lazy to argue with him about this issue, said nothing, turned around and went to the fitting room to try on the last piece of clothing.
Seeing her turn back to the fitting room, Lu Jingang's eyebrows unintentionally raised slightly, seemingly satisfied with her action, he elegantly picked up the coffee cup with his long, white fingers and took a sip, starting to savor it.
