231 Charity Dinner

"Holy cow, Versace? This suit must cost a few grand, at least?"

It was Friday night.

Luo Peng admired Jiang Chen, who was standing in front of the wardrobe mirror, and couldn't help but praise.

Bai Zheli and Li Shao also looked surprised.

"Does it fit well?"

Jiang Chen adjusted his cufflinks.

Luo Peng rolled his eyes, "Jiang Chen, with your current look, I feel like even I have to avoid your sharp edge."

Bai Zheli couldn't help but chuckle, but he had to admit that the new attire gave Chen a world-changing sensory transformation.

The saying goes, "Clothes make the man," and it's truly not without merit.

But there are also plenty of examples of "a tiger's skin draped over a dog"—it's still but a dog.

Even if you dress a beggar in a dragon robe, he can't play the prince.

Jiang Chen was just a college student, not yet in society, young in age, but perhaps it was his life experience or perhaps his personality that made him seem much more stable and mature than his peers.