Qiao Jing could not resist Ni Yue's enthusiasm and went into the bedroom's walk-in closet with the clothes.
Ni Yue followed suit and before closing the door, she provocatively glanced at Zhan Qipei.
Seeing Zhan Qipei's face, as gloomy as she had imagined, her mood greatly improved, and then she closed the door without hesitation.
Zhan Qipei stood outside the door, his icy gaze seemingly trying to bore a hole through it.
He walked up to the closet door, wanting to listen to the noises inside.
The two were doing something inside, and Ni Yue's meaningful "tsk tsk" sound came out.
Zhan Qipei's hands clenched into fists, the veins on the backs of his hands suddenly bulging.
Inside, Ni Yue dragged out her words on purpose.
"Xiao Jingjing, no matter when, your skin is still as good as before. I noticed it last time. Let me help you change your clothes from now on, hehe~"
She deliberately brought up the last time they changed clothes just to irritate Zhan Qipei outside.
