"Oh, Mr. Tang, your outfit today really makes you look taller."
Tang Qingying looked down at her pink short skirt in confusion upon hearing this.
Taller? Really?
What did Han Qiwu mean by that?
"No, I mean, your legs look really pretty today, Mr. Tang."
As soon as the words left his mouth, Han Qiwu's face turned bright red.
The blush reached all the way to the tips of his ears.
What was going on today? He couldn't even talk properly when facing Mr. Tang!
But blushing wasn't a big deal—he had thick skin.
Blushing was a physiological response.
Thick skin was mental fortitude.
After pausing for two seconds, Han Qiwu sincerely said, "Mr. Tang, you are truly beautiful today."
Tang Qingying teasingly circled around Han Qiwu and said, "Why can't you speak properly? How long has it been since you last talked to a girl?"
