Shi Nuan flipped through several volumes, each of which was well taken and looked great.
But she couldn't choose a set she liked the most from the ones she'd already seen.
Looking at the more than a dozen remaining, Shi Nuan genuinely felt like sighing.
Song Yansheng came downstairs at around ten past eight, and at that time, Shi Nuan was still flipping through, not even halfway done.
He must have just taken a shower; his hair was still a bit damp, wearing a dark loungewear, with a glass of water in his hand.
He walked over with a leisurely stride.
His hair was not overly groomed, making him look much younger than when he usually wore formal attire.
In fact, at twenty-nine, he was indeed very young.
He curled his lips into a smile and asked Shi Nuan, "How is it? Have you found something you particularly like?"
Shi Nuan shook her head in distress, "They're all great and beautiful, I really can't decide!"
