Under the attentive gaze of the person opposite, An Nan nodded vigorously: "Yes, yes, I like it." She really did like it, and she certainly hadn't ignored the envious and disdainful women around. An Nan didn't have the mindset that a family's man was excellent and should be hidden away. Weren't these women jealous? Well, she'd make them jealous to the max at once, and all she needed to tell them was that this man belonged to her; they could only look.
Those simple three words quickly changed Young Master Lin's years of persistence: "Alright, I'll take this shirt." That cheerful tone was just like when he saw a bunch of pretty girls and arrogantly said, "I want all these girls." It's the same kind of reasoning.
A thrilled Young Master Lin didn't notice the strange gleam in his wife's eyes.
Pink indeed looked good on this man, An Nan admitted, yet that wasn't her ultimate reason for insisting.
She just thought this man was a bit too arrogant, somewhat off-putting to look at.
