She let out a laugh, "Mo Chen, are you suffering from decision paralysis? Can't make up your mind, so you're asking me to choose for you?"
"Let's just go with that."
With those words, the man turned and walked towards the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
Qiao Ruoxin felt somewhat helpless as she looked down at the styles of men's wedding rings. Each design was crafted by a master, and the prices were astonishingly high.
In the end, she selected a men's ring with a simple style, made of platinum and set with a small diamond, which suited Mo Chen's temperament very well.
The bathroom door opened, and Mo Chen came out wearing a black robe, his short hair still dripping water.
He picked up a towel and casually dried his hair a couple of times before sitting on the bed, looking at her, "Have you made a choice?"
"Mmm, let's go with this one. I think it suits you," she replied.
Mo Chen took it and glanced at the ring, then smiled, "Good, not bad."