"Tsk, Quan Jingwu, you've got nerve!" Jian Qing was furious. If she dared to step out with this thing on her neck, it would be difficult to prevent any suspicious glances.
Seeing the storm brewing in his wife, Quan Jingwu took her into his open arms, "Don't be angry, I'll have someone bring you clothes, and a silk scarf to go with it."
"No!" Jian Qing flatly refused.
Wearing a scarf in this hot weather would be like admitting she had three hundred ounces of silver buried here.
Pushing him away, Jian Qing walked over to the bedside table, grabbed her phone, and made a call.
"Could you please bring a shirt and a pair of jeans over here?"
After relaying her address, Jian Qing finally hung up the phone and looked at him irritably, "Go downstairs and get my clothes."
Quan Jingwu loosened his collar button, revealing his delicate collarbone. He strolled up to her, "Or how about you get one too? I promise I won't get mad."
