"Does it really look good? Though, I feel like the waist is a bit loose." Zhuang Furong gave the man a tight-lipped smile and asked.
Mo Siluo stared at the fitting room door, slightly lost in thought.
"Siluo?" Zhuang Furong followed his gaze and then called out.
It wasn't until Zhuang Furong called him for the second time that Mo Siluo snapped back to reality, responding to her absently, "Hmm."
Yang Xiaoxiao was watching from the side and couldn't help but roll her eyes.
Zhuang Furong knew Mo Siluo's heart had already flown towards the fitting room. Her lips stiffly curled, and then she turned and entered another fitting room.
"To marry such a beautiful and capable woman is a blessing that one couldn't cultivate in eight lifetimes, Mr. Mo is indeed lucky." Suddenly, only Mo Siluo and Yang Xiaoxiao were left.
Mo Siluo naturally detected the sarcasm in Xiaoxiao's words, but he chose to ignore it.
