The Orange One Looks Better

And the paparazzi were indeed like what Zhou Shuang had described. They could spin creative stories out of any subtle facial expression made by the targets they captured.

"Alright, there's still hope for you." Zhou Shuang nodded, satisfied. She reached out and held Xuxu's arm.

Her goal had changed tonight; she would select clothes for Xuxu.

A few steps later, she found her 'target'. "That orange jacket on the mannequin would look good on you."

Zhou Shuang pointed at the window display at Zara and commented loudly while gesturing at the jacket.

Xuxu stole a glance at it—it was indeed really bright and colorful.

She rejected her immediately. "It's too flamboyant, I don't like it."