I Have so Many Anti-fans. What is he in Comparison?

Nighttime in France. Tangning was sitting under the light flipping through a magazine. After finishing his work, Mo Ting suddenly appeared by her side, "I originally wanted to commission a set of jewelry for you, but the Japanese designer needs to urgently return to Japan; his wife is in labor. So, tonight we will get your measurements first."

"Jewelry?" Tangning put down the magazine in her hands and looked at Mo Ting questioningly, "How come I never heard you mention this before?"

"I am your manager. So stuff like this, I will naturally arrange on your behalf," Mo Ting's lips slightly curved upwards as he sat by her side, "I know you're not a big fan of gems and diamonds. But, since you're married to me, there are definitely situations where you may need to use them. Look at other models, they love jewelry so much they would die to live in a jewelry store. What about you?"