Li Xiaoxia glared hatefully at Li Shaobin. How infuriating.
Li Shaobin started to scoop some soup delightedly. Li Xiaoxia only had himself to blame for saying he had bad taste. However, after lunch, Li Shaobin stood in front of the mirror, looking at himself left and right but still decided to change that turtleneck sweater. He opened his closet and didn't know which top to choose.
"Are you going to have dinner with that female cop?" Li Xiaoxia managed to sneak in somehow. "It's not good to dress too badly. I think this is best."
He pointed to a red sweater in the closet.
"This?" Li Shaobin pulled it out in disbelief. "A man wearing red?"
"What's wrong with red? You used to wear all kinds of flowery colors." Li Xiaoxia tugged at his red sweater inside. "Look, I'm wearing red too. Let me tell you—a brighter color would make your skin look fairer. Trust me. If you wear this, she would definitely escape singlehood."