Shen Chaoxi had spent too long in the cloakroom, so the man came looking for her.
He wrapped his arms around the girl's slender waist from behind as she admired the qipao and kissed her on one side of her cheek.
The warmth of his breath came out with his low voice, flowing like strings of a piano.
"Do you like it?"
Shen Chaoxi was always genuine, even if her cheeks turned red and her heart raced, she still nodded in acknowledgment.
"I like it! It's just a little expensive."
To be honest, even if it was custom-made by hand, the qipao's style was already out of fashion from years ago, and there weren't many occasions to wear it normally.
Seven qipaos worth three million!
"What? Do you feel heartache over the money?"
After the question was asked, Shen Chaoxi thought carefully before saying, "It's not that I'm heartbroken over the money. If these clothes were store-bought, I definitely wouldn't accept them, but this money means a great deal to someone else, so it's worth it!"