Cheng Huan bit her lip and pushed Shen Feimo away, she ran to his room, rushed straight to the closet, and opened his closet.

The suit and white shirt are very in line with his taste and style, black and white, neat and clear at a glance, Cheng Huan doesn't even need to turn it over, there is no sweatshirt here, not even a similar style.

She stood there, her eyes falling on the rows of clothes, and in a trance she had a feeling that she was mistaken.

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