"You look absolutely stunning! This crimson dress makes you look both dashing and noble!" Li Zhiwei praised without reservation.
Xu Qingshi received the praise, and his smile became even brighter. His eyes curved into crescents, but his gaze drifted towards another changing room.
He always remembered his father as wearing dark clothes, and he was very curious about what his father would look like in crimson clothes.
Just then, the dark curtain was lifted by a hand with distinct knuckles.
Xu Heming walked out from inside somewhat awkwardly.
Crimson is actually a very selective color; if not worn well, it can appear gaudy and frivolous.
Yet, the crimson robes, with their snow-white beauty and pearly red lips, were miraculously suppressed by Xu Heming's calm and aloof aura, while the remaining three parts transformed into an indescribable elegance and stunning beauty.
Xu Heming's face was expressionless, and his brows were even slightly furrowed, clearly indicating that he was still a little uncomfortable with the color he had never tried before.
But when his gaze met Li Zhiwei's, a very subtle ripple passed through his deep, still eyes, like a pebble thrown into still water, creating ripples.
She picked out these clothes.
At this moment, he looked at Li Zhiwei with some awkwardness. He wanted to ask Li Zhiwei openly, just like his son, whether the clothes looked good on him.
Li Zhiwei looked at Xu Heming and for a moment forgot what to say.
She had thought that the clothes would look good on Xu Heming, but she never expected the effect to be so stunning.
Xu Heming stopped in front of Li Zhiwei, only to find her still staring blankly at him without saying a word. Realizing that Li Zhiwei was stunned by his appearance, Xu Heming coughed lightly, feeling a little awkward, but then deliberately lowered his voice and asked, "Am I pretty?"
If you look closely, you can see the barely suppressed smile on Xu Heming's lips. Clearly, he is very satisfied with his ability to charm Li Zhiwei.
After Xu Heming coughed lightly, Li Zhiwei came back to her senses. To cover up her guilty conscience, she pretended to pick up the teacup next to her and take a sip to suppress the inexplicable flutter in her heart.
Then, she put down her teacup, stood up, walked to Xu Heming, and carefully examined him for a moment.
"Your Highness looks just as well-suited to this crimson robe, as the waiter said." Li Zhiwei was indeed extremely satisfied with Xu Heming's attire.
"Madam has excellent taste," the waiter said with a smile.
I thought to myself, this dress is the most expensive, yet the hardest to sell, dress in their store.
This color is not easy for most people to pull off, and the fabric of this garment is the finest brocade.
"Father, you look a little less handsome than me in this dress." Xu Qingshi had to admit that Xu Heming looked very good in the crimson robe, but he would never admit that he was more handsome than him.
Xu Heming simply rolled his eyes at Xu Qingshi, but then patted his clothes smugly, clearly satisfied.
After all, this was the first piece of clothing that Li Zhiwei had given him.
"Waiter, the bill is due." Since she was satisfied with the clothes, Li Zhiwei readily paid.
"Alright!" the waiter replied cheerfully, and even packed up the clothes the two had just changed out of.
"That dress is gone!" Xu Heming said unhappily, remembering how Xu Jin'an had just tugged at his hem.
"This..." The waiter looked at Li Zhiwei with a troubled expression.
"Take it back and wash it, you can still wear it!" Li Zhiwei shoved the clothes into his arms speechlessly, then readily paid the money and led the two of them out of the clothing shop.
"Hey, who's this!"
A surprised voice came from the side.
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