The dark red necktie did seem very high-end, and Qin Mo had really put effort into it.
"The clerk said this one looked younger, and the dark red stripes suit you better. Anyway, you look good in anything," Qin Mo was being serious, not just flattering. With an appearance like Chu Yiqin's, anything looked good on him—even a rag would be turned into a statement piece.
The man's eyes lowered, staring at the necktie.
"Don't you like it? If you don't, we can return it at any time."
Qin Mo couldn't fathom the man's nature; his clothes were all tailor-made, and there was no need for her to worry about them at all. His entire wardrobe was regularly updated with the latest styles—it must be nice to be rich. She hadn't expected Chu Yiqin to fancy her modest necktie, so the emotional letdown wasn't too severe.
"Isn't it about whether it suits me or not?"
The man slightly raised his eyebrows, looking at her.
"Well, what do you think?"