Tang Zhiluo pursed her lips, feeling somewhat dejected, "Then it's up to you."
After speaking, she applied light makeup, knowing that the elders did not favor women who dressed up too glamorously; she merely refined her facial features a bit.
Mo Xun changed into a suit.
He glanced at Tang Zhiluo who was turning her back to him and remained silent, seemingly a bit disappointed but not wanting to cause any unpleasantness between them, so he didn't say anything.
Mo Xun's eyes landed on the red scarf, sighed, and picked it up.
"Let's go," Mo Xun called out to her.
"I'll be ready soon," Tang Zhiluo replied while applying lipstick in front of the mirror.
Mo Xun stood behind her, dressed in an expensive bespoke suit that was both noble and dazzling.
Tang Zhiluo immediately noticed the red scarf around his neck, which didn't quite match his suit, but he wore it anyway.
Tang Zhiluo's mood brightened, and she curved her brows, "You wore it?"
"Wear it for a day," Mo Xun said.