Opening the bedroom door, the soft light spilled into the room.
Lingling had obviously tidied up seriously; it was clean, tidy, private, and cozy.
"Wait for me a moment," Lingling said, quickly stepping to the wardrobe and taking out a high-class dark gray dust bag.
The handle of the bag was made from leather in the same color scheme, soft yet sturdy, with a dark blue silk ribbon tied at the opening, embroidered with Tang Song's name.
Lingling beamed as she placed it on the bed, "Here it is!"
"Is this... a suit?" From certain details, Tang Song quickly deduced what was inside.
"Yes, yes." Lingling lightly bit her lip and seriously said, "Thank you, senior, for taking care of me all this time. Because of your designs, I've earned a lot of money, and I always thought of giving you a gift. I designed and made this suit based on the recent measurements you gave me. See if you like it."
Opening the dust bag, the suit was fully revealed.
