The man behind her kept asking.
Helpless, she had to say, "Which gown do you think looks good?"
The man behind her paused and pointed to a rose-red fishtail satin long dress not far away, "That one."
Su Xingyu's eyebrows twitched; she knew she shouldn't have asked him. That gown was so extravagant it could be used for a solo concert. How could she wear it to the annual event? "It's beautiful, but too formal," she tried to tell him casually, "I'll choose something simpler."
"Red is festive." His voice sounded in her ear, insisting.
Su Xingyu was almost moved to tears by this reason—festive?!
What ancient year did he crawl out from, thinking the company's annual event needed a festive-themed gown?
