Jiang Yanshen paused when he heard the sound. His well-defined fingers tapped on the keyboard a few times before he closed the computer and got out of the car.
When he saw Lin Qingqian, he was clearly stunned. Then, he said in an indescribable tone, "You usually go downstairs dressed like this?"
Lin Qingqian looked down at the long white T-shirt she was wearing. There was a pink Peppa printed on her chest that reached her thighs. She was wearing black sandals and looked very casual and at home.
"I'm just here to throw out the trash. Do I have to change into an evening gown first?"
In the past, she had always paid attention to her image in front of him. She would definitely not be sloppy, and her taste in clothes was all according to his preferences.
Now… Hehe, as long as I'm happy.
