Wen Zhiyao, following the direction of the other person's gaze, also noticed the suit.
She'd been too busy these past few days, she had completely forgotten to return the suit.
Jiang She rose from the couch and walked toward the suit, but Wen Zhiyao swiftly grabbed the suit and held it in her arms.
"So you've been seeing men behind my back?" Zhou Yunsheng's tone was displeased, his hand at his side clenched into a fist. A bloodthirsty attitude surged from him, he wanted to demolish Wen Zhiyao.
Wen Zhiyao gave him a sidelong glance, indifferent in her answer, "This is my father's suit. I missed him so I looked at it, I felt like he's still with me."
But the style and motifs of that suit didn't look like it belonged to an older man. Zhou Yunsheng wasn't that easily fooled.
He suddenly closed the distance with Wen Zhiyao, his hands tightly clutching her shoulders, he demanded, "Who is it really from?"
