She started with the fabric, considering every aspect from the cut to the style.
Every so often, she would ask Lin Shen for his opinion.
"President Lin, do you think Anan would look good in this?"
"It's very nice."
Lin Shen felt a sense of déjà vu, as if he were picking out clothes for his own daughter. He joked,
"Anan is your daughter, so your opinion is what matters most when choosing her clothes. I'm an outsider, so I won't offer too much advice."
"President Lin, you're not an outsider."
Lin Ping gripped Lin Shen's hand, her tone firm as she stressed the point.
"You're so good to Anan, and she really likes you too. You're like another one of her good friends... or even like a father."
After she said this, a shy blush spread across Lin Ping's pretty face. She pursed her thin lips, wrestling with her thoughts for a moment before asking tentatively,
"President Lin... do you not like children?"
"I like well-behaved children."
Lin Shen chuckled.
