She wore gloves and a pair of reading glasses, looking every bit the part of an old tailor.
She smiled. "Little Xino, long time no see."
"Long time no see."
The old woman looked at Xu Yun beside her and smiled. "Is this your boyfriend? He's quite handsome."
"No, he's not, Grandma Qin."
Xino said shyly, "This is my friend, Xu Yun. I wanted to bring him to your place to pick out a suit to wear tonight."
"An off-the-rack suit will never fit as well as a custom-tailored one."
The old woman said, "I can't risk my century-old reputation. If word gets out, people might think our tailoring skills have gone downhill."
"Oh, Grandma Qin, it's not that serious."
Xino said, "He has a very well-proportioned figure and he's handsome. Just find a standard size for him to try on. I guarantee it'll look just as good."
"Alright, fine. Go to the left wing and find your Uncle Qin. He's the one in charge of Western-style clothing."
