She always dresses like a career woman and doesn't even have the habit of using a handkerchief.
"How about a scarf? A scarf could work too." Wang Fugui switched his approach.
"..."
Jiang Qinglian sneaked glances up and down at Wang Fugui, seeing him standing tall and elegant, with an impressive demeanor, looking every bit the charming young gentleman. She felt a myriad of emotions welling up inside her, and her beautiful eyes were filled with a strange and pleased look.
Without realizing it, their young master had shed his naivety and immaturity, growing into a poised young man, exuding manliness with every gesture.
Yet both of his fiancées were still quite young, unable to marry for now. It's only natural for the young master to have such thoughts suddenly,
"Young master, how about stockings?" Jiang Qinglian glanced at her long legs, suggesting with a mix of pride and anticipation, "I have both white and black ones."
"..."
