The point was that it was women's clothing. She even wore it before.
Yue Tingfeng must have gone mad to have worn something that had been used before.
Yue Tingfeng leaned back on the chair and said, "Aren't you good at hiring rooms? That night at the hotel, I was impressed."
Yan Qingsi laughed—unimpressed—and rolled up her sleeves. "Ohhh, you're finally owning up to it. I thought you were gonna play dumb about it. Fine, since you've brought it up, let's talk."
Yan Qingsi gnashed her teeth.
Yue Tingfeng squinted and said, "I've never denied it, haven't I?" His face looked so stunning.
He had never said it out loud nor had he denied it.
Yan Qingsi could not take it anymore and kicked Yue Tingfeng. "Haha… Come on, pay up the room charges. Let's split the bill. It's two thousand six hundred and thirty. Since you're so poor that you probably can't afford your underwear, just pay me two thousand and six hundred."
