Paired off in twos, each group pushed a clothing display cart brimming with various styles, colors, and brands of the season’s fashion; there were two additional carts, one for shoes and the other for bags.
Leng Zimo glanced at his watch. "Let’s begin!"
"Miss Luo, please follow me!" Chen Jie smilingly gestured for Luo Xiaoqian to follow with an inviting hand motion.
Luo Xiaoqian hurriedly stood up and followed her into the dressing room.
That was no mere dressing room; it was the size of a mid-sized walk-in closet, with hexagonal walls on the side all lined with mirrors, providing a view of oneself from every angle at just a glance.
Assistants had already selected garments and, just like a scene out of a TV drama depicting the Empress changing clothes, several people simultaneously assisted her in changing, including her hosiery.
In a moment, she was clad in the latest season’s fashion.
Two assistants escorted her out of the dressing room, as maids might support the Empress Dowager.
Leng Zimo looked over just once and shook his head.
"Monotonous!"
So, she was escorted back to the changing room to try on another ensemble.
"Flashy!"
"Revealing!"
"Stuffy!"
...
In her opinion, all the outfits were very pretty, but in his presence, they were just a single glance away from being ruthlessly rejected, until she put on the pale yellow suit with bright yellow accents.
Leng Zimo lifted his face and saw Luo Xiaoqian before him, a flash of brightness in his eyes.
"This one!" He stood up, nonchalantly pointing to the outfits she had tried on before. "These ones as well... this one, this one... and this one; pack them all up!"
He extended a finger, sandwiched in between was a credit card, which an assistant politely took from him.
His gaze fell on Luo Xiaoqian again, pausing on her high heels for two seconds, "Get a pair of mid-heel shoes!"
The heels were beautiful, but too high.


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