Gong Ting walked in, the stylist immediately approached him and took him into the fitting room, where he changed into a set of pre-prepared tailcoats, a white shirt with a black cummerbund, and a black tailcoat. His tall and upright figure was further complemented by the black, making him look even more slender and mysteriously noble.
The stylist's eyes sparkled with stars, gazing at him with an infatuated look, "Young Master Gong, you are the most handsome man I've ever seen in formal attire."
Gong Ting looked at himself in the mirror, his features deep-set, his gaze cold and piercing. He turned around without a word and walked out of the fitting room, seeing the old man from his family sitting on the sofa, flipping through the latest fashion magazine.
He walked over and stood before the Old Master, mockingly said, "How's the packaging? Still presentable for delivery, right?"
