Standing in front of Xia Lu's dresses, Zhou Mingchen quickly dismissed each one.
In a few days, there was an important gala, and he wanted Xia Lu to accompany him.
"These clothes have all been seen in public before; they can't be worn out again," he said seriously, one hand supporting his chin. "Just buy new ones."
"Ah?" Xia Lu was surprised.
The dresses in front of her, varying in length and color, were not cheap. Some had been worn to banquets, parties, brand events, or opening ceremonies, while others had simply been worn out for a meal and had not appeared on any cameras. It would be a waste to have only a single wear out of them.
"They won't remember, right..." She reached for a champagne-colored gown. "I wore this one a long time ago; I can't even remember when. Nobody should remember it."
