"Yan Sihan! Yan Sihan!"
A silver bell-like voice came from the second floor. The man sitting on the sofa, drinking coffee and reading the newspaper, glanced towards the staircase.
A girl in a white short puffy tulle dress, with her hair loose, was running barefoot down the red wooden staircase.
The man on the sofa wore an ink-black suit, and beneath his neat short hair were a pair of deep, cold eyes.
"Not wearing shoes again?"
The man's tone was not very good, but Lin Jiaojiao had no reaction to it. Instead, she excitedly ran over to the man, and then clasped her skirt and spun around.
"Yan Sihan, does it look good? Do you like it?"
The dress was very special: a strapless design, with the hem above the knees, and a large expanse of skin revealed at the back. The girl wearing the dress was incredibly beautiful.
Yan Sihan glanced at her. He had just asked her to change her clothes to go out, and she changed into THIS?
