Leng Youchen raised an eyebrow, very satisfied with the amazement and infatuation that appeared in her eyes. His deep and pleasant voice rang out, "How is it?"
"Handsome, handsome, handsome, absolutely stunning." Wei Anning hadn't had a chance to speak yet when a sales assistant exclaimed excitedly, "He's just like a male model straight out of a magazine, no, no, even more handsome than a male model."
Leng Youchen glanced at her unpleasantly, and the sales assistant immediately felt like she was at the edge of a cold abyss, shivering a bit as she shut her mouth.
Wei Anning walked over, reached out to straighten his collar, and said with a bright smile, "Very handsome, my taste isn't bad, right?"
"Indeed, not bad." Leng Youchen looked at her, and the words carried a deep meaning, unclear whether he was talking about her taste in clothes or her judgment that he was handsome.
Wei Anning looked him up and down and then unfolded a black coat, "Try the coat on?"
