In the future, even if I become more successful, I must never let my sister down.
Over there, Ruan Jianguo had already heard the noise and walked over. Shu Wen immediately walked in, closed the door, and pulled Shu Jiao to the vanity, quickly fixing her hair and putting on a string of pearl necklaces.
Shu Jiao had fair skin, and at her age, wearing lustrous pearls looked the best. As for herself, such pearls couldn't showcase any elegance at all.
Outside, Ruan Jianguo looked puzzled. Seeing the door closed, he turned back but couldn't concentrate, occasionally glancing at the door.
When Shu Wen opened the door again, he reflexively glanced over, and that glance left him completely stunned.
A water-red cheongsam clung to her body, highlighting her graceful figure. Her hair was styled in the simplest bun, yet in Ruan Jianguo's eyes, Shu Jiao looked as beautiful as a goddess descending from heaven.
