The next day, Xiao Rou hurried off to the milk tea shop early, busy until the afternoon, waiting for Zhou Qi to come pick her up.
Although Xiao Rou dressed casually to go to the milk tea shop this morning, she took two outfits with her.
Seeing it was almost five o'clock, Xiao Rou took the chance when there were no people around to ask, "Qingqing, which of these do you think is more formal?"
Xu Qingqing froze for a moment. The clothes in Xiao Rou's hand were of very elegant and simple styles, one beige, the other dark gray.
In terms of formality, of course, the dark gray one was more suitable; Xu Qingqing pointed and said, "This one."
Xiao Rou hesitated again, "Wouldn't it seem too dull?"
"Rourou, what are you going to do? Why are you bringing clothes here to change?"
Xiao Rou looked a little embarrassed, her cheeks reddening a bit, "To... a friend's house."
Xu Qingqing was shrewd enough to quickly detect something amiss.
"Are you going to your boyfriend's house?"
