Wen Xiangyang: "..."
Seeing Wen Xiangyang not starting the measurement, Mu Lingqian looked at her and asked seriously: "Aren't you going to take measurements?"
It's not like she hadn't seen or held him before.
Wasn't it just removing a jacket?
Wen Xiangyang gritted her teeth and started to unbutton Mu Lingqian's suit. However, her shaky hands couldn't undo a single button even after quite some time.
Finally, she grew somewhat impatient. With a swift tug, she forcefully ripped off a button from Mu Lingqian's suit.
Wen Xiangyang with button in hand: "..."
Wen Xiangyang felt awkward. She was merely trying to help him remove his suit, but she was clumsy enough to rip off the button.
She bowed her head, not daring to look at the expression on Mu Lingqian's face.
Just as Wen Xiangyang kept her head down, Mu Lingqian reached out and held her small hand.
Wen Xiangyang, whose hand was held, stiffened slightly and looked up at Mu Lingqian.