Yan Qingruo had put on the clothes that Chen Qianmo bought for her yesterday, which, surprisingly, fit her just right, as if they had been tailored specifically for her.
Indeed, they were made to measure; that night, Chen Qianmo took her measurements with his hands and sent them directly to the designer.
These three sets of clothes, just as with the others, were specially made for her, custom-designed, overseen by Chen Qianmo, and hand-sewn by the designer.
The tailoring was fitted and proper, the fabric of fine quality, and they fit her perfectly.
Heading out together in the car, Yan Qingruo's face was adorned with a rosy, cheerful smile. When they arrived at her destination, Chen Qianmo gave her a good morning kiss before letting go of her hand, which he had been holding the whole time.
Watching her receding figure, Chen Qianmo for a moment really wanted to take out his phone and settle the work matters for her.
But after thinking it over, he eventually put his phone away.