"However, the president is used to top brands and luxury goods; this ordinary approach doesn't suit you." Luo Qingli's glasses were actually just randomly bought at a boutique; the lenses were fake. Her vision was perfect; she didn't really need glasses.
Ye Qingyu smiled ingratiatingly, "No need, my vision is quite good. I don't need these. I just thought they were special; Jinjin, you really have a good eye. Even something costing twenty or thirty bucks can be unique."
"Thanks! President, your taste is quite unique too." Unique, indeed! Previously, someone was constantly saying her glasses were ugly, and now has a favor to ask. It's amazing he can even say such insincere words. Luo Qingli felt like a row of crows flew past.
