"Where is it?"
Ethan Grant asked repeatedly.
"Still in the car," Sister An replied, "Wait a mont, I’ll have soone bring it to your room."
"Okay!"
Ethan Grant responded lightly, but he was incredibly overjoyed inside.
His dear Serena not only used his card but also bought him clothes.
He waited in the living room until the servant brought the clothes up, then went to the room to try on suit after suit.
Opening the bag, he found the clothes were too bright and really not his style.
Then he thought, didn’t he used to wear such dark red or royal blue colors?
Serena’s taste is good; she knows he looks good in these colors.
Realizing this, Ethan couldn’t wait to put on the suit.
He was so excited and happy that he didn’t notice the clothes were too small and tight.
Take the pants, for example. From the waistband to the ankle, they looked like cropped pants, and the crotch and waist were a bit tight.
Once he put on the suit, the sleeves were a bit short, and the shoulder blade area was slightly tight.
Overall, he felt it fitted well and looked great, and he was very satisfied.
This was Ethan’s self-assessnt.
Facing the mirror, he took several photos and, for a rare occasion, opened WeChat and sent the photos to a group chat called "Loser Strips Pants."
This group consisted of him, Julian Ford, Carter Lockwood, and Young Master Walsh. They usually played mahjong, and whoever lost would send a red envelope in the group.
Julian Ford believed that checks and cash were outdated, and that these old n needed to keep up with the tis.
By "old n," he ant himself, nearing thirty, and Carter Lockwood, who was already in his thirties.
Although Young Master Walsh and Ethan were also nearing thirty, they refused to admit they were old n.
Aside from sending red envelopes, Ethan Grant, who usually lurked more than Carter, unexpectedly sent a photo, and the group fell silent with no reactions.
Ethan found it strange; could it be that these three guys weren’t around? So he sent three red envelopes.
The result: instantly snatched!
Ethan Grant: ...
Seeing Ethan’s photo posted, they thought his account was hacked, but upon seeing it was indeed a photo of Ethan himself, each one started chiming in, especially since they received the red envelope and felt obligated.
"Ethan, your clothes don’t fit," Young Master Walsh chid in first.
Ethan discontentedly typed back: "How do they not fit?"
Carter Lockwood: Wrong size.
Julian Ford: Color’s too flashy.
Ethan Grant: My wife bought them!
Ethan refused to accept their honest opinions.
"You single dogs are just jealous I have a wife."
Ethan’s narcissistic tone left the other three speechless.
Arguing with Ethan at this point, since it involved Serena, would ensure "death" for them.
So...
Young Master Walsh quickly backtracked, sending a text: Ethan, you look really handso in this outfit!
Not wanting to discourage him, Carter Lockwood also sent three words: Not bad.
Ha ha! Ethan, pleased, sent another red envelope.
After grabbing the red envelope, Julian Ford, who had remained quiet, sent a ssage: Are you sure these were bought for you?
This was an expression of doubt, echoing the thoughts of the other two.
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