A Man Relies on Clothes as a Horse Relies on the Saddle

Chen Che patted Lin Xi's shoulder and comforted her. "Wifey, don't be angry. You're born beautiful. You look good in anything, unlike some people who can't hide the ugliness in their hearts even if they wear imperial robes."

"Who are you talking about?"

Luo Yuelin happened to hear Chen Che's words and could not help but ask.

Chen Che spread his hands and looked very innocent. "I didn't name names. Why are you angry, Miss Luo?!"

Luo Yuelin was furious. She wanted to scold Chen Che, but because the camera was not far away, she forcefully held it in.

Lin Xi pulled Chen Che around and finally chose a black dress.

"Who said that I'd have to wear white? A black dress can also be matched with a white suit," Lin Xi said arrogantly.

She was a fashion designer and was good at styling, so this event was not difficult for her at all.

When taking photos, how could one stand out from everyone? That required the collision of colors.