Lin Mu stretched his arms and looked, "How is it not suitable? I think it's pretty good, very casual, very sunny!"
"Come on, you're meeting my parents for the first time! Your attire has to be a little formal, right? At least it shouldn't look shabby, right? Go look in the mirror and see how you look like a homeless man."
"Oh come on, girl, you're not thinking of making this fake act real, are you?"
"Hmph, precisely because it's acting, we have to make it look more convincing!"
"Okay, fine... fine..." Lin Mu finally gave in to her, "How do you want to do it?"
"Go put on that Lomon suit of yours!" Xiong Xiaoxiao nudged Lin Mu and said, "And don't forget the camel leather shoes and the godfather belt..."
"Damn, I hate suits and leather shoes, dressing up like a Japanese office worker."
Lin Mu muttered a complaint. In Lin Mu's impression, Japanese men were the most annoying type, easily reminding one of those scruffy middle-aged men playing rivals with Teacher Boda in AV movies.
