As the video call connected, Lu Jincheng's expression clearly froze for a moment.
Then, he lightly pressed his lips together, smiled faintly, and said nothing.
He simply extended a thumb towards He Ying on the other side of the screen.
Signaling a significant degree of approval.
Even now, even for a casual one-day hotel stay, He Ying wouldn't treat certain things carelessly.
Like her sleepwear.
Even though no one would be admiring it at this moment, her intimate clothing—nightgown, socks, robe—all had to be sexy, refined, and fashionable.
This philosophy, initially instilled by Lu Jincheng, later passed on by Mou Keyan, and even shared by other young women in the company, had been conveyed to her with varying tones, gradually embedding itself into her soul.
Fresh out of the shower, she wore nothing but a strappy silk slip dress.
It was a hypnotic shade of rose red.
