Dinner

"Do you think I look good in this or this?"

Mi Lee was standing in front of a large mirror. She was holding a deep red tuxedo and a light blue dress in the starry sky. She asked the servant standing by her side anxiously.

"This."

The servants all lowered their heads, not daring to speak. Their faces were ugly, not knowing what to do.

"Say something, what's the use of having all of you trash?"

Mi Lee angrily rebuked the servant who had his head lowered without saying a word. She was so angry that she threw her clothes onto their bodies, still unable to vent her anger.

"Miss, everything you wear is beautiful."

An elderly man in a traditional black tuxedo came in through the cloakroom door.

"Uncle Zhao, help me choose. I really don't know what to wear anymore."