Sang Shen had almost forgotten about the red, flamboyant suit he was wearing, but her reminder brought it all back to mind. He looked down at his suit.
"I didn't intentionally wear it like this; it was the old man's request."
"Does Grandpa Sang think this looks good?" Jiang Xiting's eyes widened in surprise. Could the old man's taste be so different from that of young people?
If it hadn't been for Sang Shen being her fan, she would probably have run away on the spot if it were another man who turned up dressed like that.
It just didn't seem... very serious.
"Yes." Sang Shen nodded perfunctorily, noticing the surprise in her eyes but feeling indifferent himself. He had guessed that showing up dressed like this would be considered odd.
"Grandpa Sang... really has a youthful spirit, liking such vibrant colors." Jiang Xiting complimented through gritted teeth, not believing her own words.
But she didn't want to speak too harshly about the elderly.
