Gu Shiting quickly agreed.
As Sheng Tang was about to leave, Gu Shiting held her back and softly said to her, "Tangtang, the restaurant we're going to requires formal wear as a matter of etiquette; otherwise, the waiters may not serve us."
Sheng Tang responded, "Got it."
"Do you have a dress?"
"Yes, didn't the madam give me one last time?" Sheng Tang smiled, "I'll wear that one."
That one would do too.
Gu Shiting nodded.
After Sheng Tang got home, she took out that dress and found it had become a bit loose.
A little looseness wasn't a problem, it wasn't too baggy; Sheng Tang felt it was good enough to wear.
While she was getting ready, Gu Shiting was also at home picking out clothes.
He stood indecisively in front of the wardrobe.
Gu Shiyan came home around nine in the evening, looking exhausted.
The servants hurried to prepare her a late-night snack.
"Aren't the master and madam home?" she asked.
The servants said they weren't.
