Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

“You’ve helped me a lot as well, no need to be so formal. Come by when you’re free to try on the dress, and I’ll make any necessary adjustments,” Jiang Chengsi squinted and could barely make out the girl talking to Tang Wan. She wore a plain green cheongsam.

Standing in the sunlight, she was radiant.

Her figure was graceful, and even her voice was as smooth and gentle as a quiet stream.

Her slender, fair legs peeked out, soft and swaying in the sunlight.

Jiang Chengsi couldn’t help but rub his nose. Dressed so lightly, wasn’t she afraid of catching a cold?

It seemed she and Tang Wan had settled some matter, “…when are you free to come over? I’ll pick you up.”