When Qin Zhiyou saw that her brows were deeply furrowed, her face reflecting a struggle akin to an internal battle, he couldn't resist adding fuel to the fire, "You better think carefully, my patience has its limits. If you still can't give me an answer after I've taken a bath, don't expect me to foot the bill for these garments in the future. Each outfit costs ten thousand yuan, and just to appease my mother, I've already spent a fortune."
After having said this, he adopted a nonchalantly weary demeanor, his voice muted, "I'm off to shower, remember, you only have this much time to think it over."
With that, he strode to the bathroom and closed the door.
Lu Weixi stood outside, her brows knitted as she looked at the closed bathroom door. After a while, she glanced at the pile of clothes on the bed, her eyes reflecting the turmoil in her mind.
