The First Sign of Love?

In the upscale residential district of Hanlin.

In a large, finely decorated luxury apartment, Ji Baijian stood in front of a large French window in the dressing room. He took off the casual shirt he was wearing and was about to try on the white shirt when he suddenly stopped. "Never mind. Bring me a black suit later."

Ji Baixin, who was holding a perfectly-tailored gray suit and a formal white shirt, frowned slightly, "I'm not your personal stylist, brother. How many times do you want me to run errands for you in a day? I'm pretty famous in the fashion industry, I'll have you know. I'm not someone you can just order around."

Ji Baijian did not reply. He slowly and methodically put the casual shirt he had taken off back on.

Ji Baixin rolled her eyes in dissatisfaction and muttered,"You take a single call and you change your mind. Can you please not be so indecisive?"

Ji Baijian remained silent.