Shen Lang ignored the tie in his hand, looking at him with keen interest instead. "How did you figure it out?"
"I just thought that a girl like you… would be better suited to red." He actually smiled, his charming eyes clearly reflecting her image. "You're always staring at your fingernails, your eyes full of regret."
Shen Huoshui let out a faint sneer, not denying it.
'He was just guessing.'
'But he guessed right.'
'Hard to tell if he's just being presumptuous or if he actually understands.'
"But I'm picking out a gift for my father," Shen Huoshui said, seeming to intentionally pick a fight.
The young man's dark lashes trembled, and the hand clutching the tie slowly dropped to his side.
After a moment, he handed the crumpled tie to a nearby sales associate and said in a low voice,
"Wrap it up."
'It was already wrinkled from his grip, so it wouldn't be right to put it back on the display.'
Shen Lang glanced at her wristwatch and said with a light smile,
