The fashion show officially commenced.
Seeing Chen Wei stare intently at the stage, Su Yumei's face revealed a triumphant smile, "What do you think? Sister didn't lie to you, right? Aren't they all beautiful? Tell sister which one you like, and I'll help you win her over."
She patted her chest confidently, as if she wouldn't rest until she had gotten a girl for Chen Wei.
"Sister, you've got it all wrong, I was just looking at the finished product of the clothes I designed," Chen Wei calmly clarified.
"..." After a moment of silence, Su Yumei parted her cherry-blossom-colored lips again and tentatively asked, "Wei, you haven't lost interest in women, have you?"
"How could that be? Sister, I just wanted to simply check the quality of the finished garments. Don't misunderstand me," Chen Wei said with a wry smile.
He was worried that if Su Yumei continued to misunderstand like this, he wouldn't just appear uninterested in women; he'd seem uninterested in the whole human race.