A black cheongsam came into view.
Luo Tianxue was stunned. "… Cheongsam?"
Even Tony, who was arranging the clothes at the side, was stunned. He reacted and sneered. "Can a cheongsam be considered an evening gown? Besides, our baby has never worn a cheongsam before."
"Who wouldn't find a master to make a cheongsam when they attended gatherings during the old era? Why can't it be considered a gown?" Lin Qingqian turned to look at him and smiled. "It's precisely because she hasn't tried it that she has to try it now."
Tony was speechless.
Luo Tianxue was also filled with anticipation. "I've never worn a cheongsam before. I'm looking forward to it, but I don't know how to wear it."
Lin Qingqian: "It's alright, I'll help you!"
"Alright!"
The two of them walked into the changing room together. Tony's face was livid, and his eyes were filled with disdain. It was simply a fool's dream to compare a lousy cheongsam to his international branded gown!
