"It's not this one," Ye Shaotang put down the suit in his hands and picked up another one.
Watching as nearly an entire closet of clothes had been tried on, yet the right one—the one that should be returned to its owner—had still not been found.
Xia Lu was somewhat worried. So much time had passed; who knew when Zhou Mingchen would return? If he saw the scene before him, she wondered if he might lose his temper.
As the saying goes, don't air your dirty laundry in public. Even if he were to get angry, with an outsider present, he would probably restrain himself somewhat. But Zhou Mingchen and Ye Shaotang had never gotten along, perhaps even saving face would be dispensed with.
"Hey, I really can't tell," Ye Shaotang said with difficulty after trying on the last piece, he turned to look at Xia Lu, "It's just a piece of clothing. Let's leave it here for now, and we'll talk when we find it."
"Ah..." Xia Lu was stunned.
