This dress was very delicate, unlike the clothes of an ordinary daughter's family. On the contrary, it was very neat and neat. It was clearly for a woman who practiced martial arts.
Such a thoughtful design was completely different from what Song Zhuo had said. Instead, it seemed to be carefully selected.
A trace of a smile flashed across Su Jin eyes as he changed into the fiery red dress.
She seemed to be incomparably suitable for the red color. Her bright clothes made her skin snow white. Three thousand strands of black hair were tied up high up, and her entire body was a bit bright and moving.
After changing it, she walked to the side and knocked on Song Zhuo's door. After waiting for a while, the door opened from inside. Seeing the new-looking woman in front of her, Song Zhuo's eye
