Dressing room.
A complete mess.
Ali looked at the clothes thrown haphazardly on the floor, and saw Yao Beikun currently wearing a white shirt, his tie just crookedly sitting around his neck, as he impatiently tugged at it, looking displeased.
Through the large dressing mirror, Yao Beikun glanced at Ali.
The two locked eyes.
Ali bit her lip slightly, lowered her eyes, then prepared to turn and leave.
"Help me choose an outfit," the irritated Yao Beikun suddenly said, exasperated.
Ali turned back to look at Yao Beikun.
Yao Beikun's brows were tightly knitted, with a look that clearly said 'don't mess with me'.
"Are you troubled about what to wear?" Ali asked him softly.
Yao Beikun didn't say a word, simply acknowledging it.
Ali suddenly chuckled.
Yao Beikun saw Ali laughing, and it made him feel even worse.
Ali walked over, casually picked out an outfit from the wardrobe, a pair of well-tailored casual trousers, and a sky blue denim shirt, "Wear this set."
