The next day, to better match Lu Liang, Su Wanyu wore glasses again, giving her a more mature air.
However, unlike the previous black frames, she switched to a pair of petite, gold-framed glasses, which imparted a restrained and cold beauty.
The glasses suited Su Wanyu's temperament well, as she usually came across as a distant beauty to those who didn't know her well.
Lu Liang watched her tirelessly trying on clothes and yawned, "Stop choosing, anything looks good on you."
"Really?" Su Wanyu couldn't help but ask repeatedly, the more she cared, the more concerned she became.
Lu Liang said jokingly, "Have some confidence, you are the Su Wanyu ranked 19th among the 14 high schools in Yangpu."
Su Wanyu gave him a stern look, the most ruthless method she employed to express dissatisfaction or anger.
"How about I help you choose?"
Unable to watch any longer, Lu Liang picked a denim knee-length skirt and a white shirt with letters, "How about this set?"
