"return to china? are you planning to return to china? don't you want to attend the paris fashion week?"
mu yichen had one arm around his wife. he had a pair of sunglasses on his tall nose while his perfect figure stretched under the sun. his thick, black, and straight brows were slightly raised as he spoke. he looked completely like a dandy young master.
it was different from her usual cold and abstinent look. there was a kind of arrogant and evil sexiness.
on the other hand, luo chenxi was not in the mood to admire her husband's beauty. she was completely captivated by his words.
"what? paris fashion week? you ... don't tell me you're suggesting that i go to paris fashion week?"