What Size Is Your Man?

　　"It's me." The person smiled and walked to Madonna freely. The person picked up the expensive scarf on the table and said, "Manager Emma, it's too bad that you don't want this scarf." 　　She put the scarf around her neck and said with a smile, "Look, it suits me better." 　　Madonna looked at her thoughtfully. The red scarf hung on her body, shining like a flame, like a torch in the dark— 　　Perhaps this was the only chance to trample Karen under her feet. She had to grasp it tightly. 　　Madonna asked, "Why are you willing to help me?" 　　The woman played with the scarf on her neck gracefully and smiled, "Because I like this scarf." 　　Madonna was stunned. When Madonna was about to ask for more answers, the woman continued, "I've heard about these things you have in your hand, if you send an email to people in the company, they would surely know where these come from. Manager Emma certainly won't do that. But I have a better way." 　　As soon as she heard that there was another way, Madonna i