In the end, Lian Qingyang still couldn't eat the sweet and sour ribs he had been craving, full of resentment, blaming himself for speaking carelessly; otherwise, he would have had the delicious sweet and sour ribs today.
"Sis, I was wrong. You're the most awesome school beauty. You're my idol, the person I admire the most."
"Sis, your designs are the best in the world. Besides your designs, I don't want to wear anything else."
Lian Qingyang's mouth was as if coated with honey.
"Come on, you're exaggerating. Be careful that you don't inflate too much." Tang Yue couldn't help but laugh, glancing sideways at him, her eyes falling on Jin Yan in the studio, asking, "What if you find a designer wife in the future, and she designs clothes for you, will you not wear them?"
