Fang Chaoyang took the bag and closed the door.
"Give me a massage."
Zhao Tianlei let her lean back to give him a leg massage. He hadn't worn high heels for a long time, but without high heels, the cheongsam just didn't look as good.
"These heels are too high." Zhao Tianlei looked at Yun Xiaoxiao's high heels, puzzled why women liked to wear them so much, knowing that it made walking difficult.
"I only wear them occasionally; it gives me more poise."
Alright, it's all for the sake of beauty.
But today's wife really was beautiful.
"You look beautiful in a cheongsam."
No matter the simple color, she wore it with a beauty unique to her.
"I'm planning to collaborate with someone to develop high-end dresses, accepting custom orders, and considering hiring an embroidery lady."
"Won't it be tiring?"
Yun Xiaoxiao shook her head, "Not tiring, I'll manage on my own, I'm setting up an independent brand."
"That works too."
"Sister-in-law, we're leaving now."
