Even Lola was asking if Angela was dating a hand model. If he was a hand model, then he might consider working for SL Group...

Of course, all the other messages she had received just now were all about Arvin.

'Oh my gosh,' Angela said to herself. She had just posted only the hands of Arvin. What if she actually posted pictures of Arvin's extremely handsome face?

Her WeChat would definitely blast with messages!

"Whoops! Big wing, wait for me! Big wing..." Luckily, right before the elevator door was closed, Angela has managed to squeeze herself inside.

Later on, they got on Arvin's Pagani. Before the car was started, Angela asked Arvin who was seated on the driver's seat. "Where are the shirts that I gave you?"

Arvin quickly glanced at her without saying a word.

Angela felt disappointed when he didn't answer. 'He didn't say anything. Was it because he has actually given them to one of the Gu's gardeners?'

Angela opened the door and stepped off the car. Her heart felt heavy and sad when she closed the door of the passenger seat. If he had really given them to the gardener, then she never wanted to see him again!

Before she could walk any further, Arvin went out of the car and stopped her. "Angela Si!"

She turned around and glanced at Arvin with a hint of heartache and mellowness in her eyes.

Angela didn't have to say anything but Arvin was certainly attracted by her expressive eyes. The resentment in her eyes was enough to make him nervous. Arvin had no choice but to tell her. "The shirts are in my closet."

Upon hearing this, she couldn't help but smile.

She jogged towards the car and asked, "How many?"

"Two."

"Will you wear them or not?"

"Yes, I will!"

"When?"

While facing all of her ceaseless queries, Arvin felt glad that he was not her boyfriend! If he had a girlfriend as quick-witted and weird as her... Hmm... It might not be bad at all!

"The day after tomorrow!" He had to be back at the old house and pick up the clothes there tomorrow.

However, Angela was not contented about Arvin's answer. "You don't like the shirts, do you? If you don't like them at all, fine, I'll take those shirts back and give them to—" Angela was supposed to say Sven Si.

However, he interrupted her words and spoke as fast as he could. "Tomorrow! I'll wear them tomorrow! I will ask my assistant Kent to bring them to me later."

Angela felt delighted upon hearing it.copy right hot novel pub