Su Xiaoxiao was very curious about the female comrade both men were interested in.
The male comrade blushed and pointed in a direction: "Look, it's her."
Su Xiaoxiao followed his gesture and saw Chen Meilan fiddling uneasily with her clothes.
Her eyes widened immediately; she never expected that the woman being fought over would be Chen Meilan.
Indeed, people depend on clothes as horses rely on saddles. Usually, Chen Meilan dressed so stiff and old-fashioned, like an old cadre. It's no wonder even the male comrades at the department store, let alone the female comrades, wouldn't easily get close to her, except for the thick-skinned Su Xiaoxiao.
No one expected that with just a little sprucing up today, she'd suddenly have people vying for her.
Su Xiaoxiao looked at a slightly flustered and nervous Chen Meilan with a teasing face.
Chen Meilan met her gaze and awkwardly looked away.
At this moment, the competition reached its final stage.
