Chapter 185

However, since Mr. King has to spend money, she has nothing to say. Designers have been drawing, and no one has got up to measure an Taotao. She fwhispered in Mr. King's ear, "Mr. King don't they have to measure me?" "No, they all know." Mr. King lifted his lip. An Taotao was suspicious. "How can they know?" Mr. King looked at her and said for granted, "I told them." An Taotao turned her head, kept a close eye on Mr. King, and suddenly wondered, "How can Mr. King know?" Mr. King stared at her delicate and charming little face and suddenly laughed. He held out his hand, but his deep voice was somewhat ambiguous. "I measured it with my hands."