Xia Xiaonuan looked at his shirt with a heartache, no need to think about it, one of his shirts probably costs as much as several of her outfits.
555... What bad luck.
Nangong Yaoling suddenly curved his lips in a meaningful smile.
"This shirt was custom-made in Italy for the company's annual celebration by Chris Stevenson... a limited edition... the only one in the world, may I ask, how will you compensate?"
Xia Xiaonuan: "..."
"What... Chris what?" She repeated with a toothache.
"Miss Xia..." A company CEO beside her couldn't stand it, and hurriedly stepped forward to translate: "It's Chris Stevenson, the world's most famous designer, his clothes are priceless..."
Xia Xiaonuan's small face instantly turned white.
Is something wrong with Nangong Yaoling, coming out for coffee, why wear such expensive clothes?
She remembered that he had several closets full of coats and clothes before...
Xia Xiaonuan scratched her head.
"I..."
