She already looked young, with a delicate, doll-like face, appearing like a sixteen-year-old, with eyes that were clean and innocent.
Forcing a mature look on her would only seem odd.
Yan Yan leaned on the sofa, furrowing his brows at once.
Lazily he said, "What did Secretary Qin bring over?"
Housekeeper Chen felt a flutter in his heart, knowing that he was displeased.
He hurriedly lowered his head, saying, "Sir, I'll have them bring another batch immediately."
"No need." But the man interrupted him.
He then closed the magazine, stood up from the sofa, and walked over to the rows of newly delivered seasonal women's clothes.
He picked and chose for a long time before reluctantly lifting a youthful white dress, made of cotton gauze, soft and ethereal, with a very simple design.
He brought it to the young girl by the stairs: "Go put it on."
"Beautiful woman?" Yun Qiluo looked at him in confusion.
