Liu Xiaoqiao felt overwhelmed. Usually, when Cen Ye wanted to shop for clothes, she'd either bring the catalogs home for him to peruse or have the staff from big brands deliver the clothes directly for a private fitting. Occasionally, when Cen Ye felt like shopping personally, arrangements had to be made days in advance to choose an appropriate mall with fewer people and prepare thoroughly. How could it be like today, when he whimsically decided to go shopping, especially in an unfamiliar place like Xiangcheng?
However, Liu Xiaoqiao was a seasoned agent, trained to handle all sorts of emergencies, including her boss's peculiar demands and moods. And it wasn't necessary to involve Cen Zhi over something like this—if Cen Ye insisted on going, who could stop him? She quickly made arrangements, confident nothing would go awry, and then knocked on Cen Ye's hotel room door.
"Xiaoye."
"Mhm?" His voice sounded lazy.
