How About You Turn Around and Take a Look at Me

Mo Yesi stared at her and asked with a low voice, "Why?"

Qiao Mianmian replied, "I thought about it for a while. Wei Zheng's body is nowhere as nice as yours. What's suitable for him might not be suitable for you. Let's head to the mall and get a new one after you are done with work."

Mo Yesi froze for a moment. He was satisfied with what she said.

He started to smile.

He also changed his mind. He wouldn't be sending Wei Zheng overseas to suffer, after all.

Enough people were suffering there already.

He would send Wei Zheng over only if he performed badly.

"No need to get a new one." He finally took a proper look at the shirt and couldn't wait to try it on.

"This shirt is great. It must suit me. You chose it, after all."

Mo Yesi kissed Qiao Mianmian's forehead as he started to unbutton his shirt joyfully.