Su Li curiously looked at Feng Huaijin and the others, "What's going on?"
The servant pointed outside, also looking frustrated, and said, "A lot of cars came outside to deliver clothes. They didn't even tell us who it was."
Delivering clothes?
Su Li was puzzled and intrigued. She couldn't help but toss down her chopsticks and dashed towards the door.
She stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at seven or eight black luxury cars parked outside. A group of uniformed people were pushing racks of clothes down from the cars.
Every single piece of clothing on those racks was from globally popular brands, from hats to high heels, everything was included.
The styles ranged from fresh and sweet to bold and avant-garde, a dazzling array.
This villa belonged to Feng Huaijin, and besides her, there were no other women. These women's clothes must definitely be meant for her.
Su Li was dumbfounded, who was this?
