"Xiao Ke, how about I alter your dress for you?" Yang Gang said.
"Huh?"
Yang Gang pulled out a silver needle and thread from his pocket, smiled and said, "Don't judge me by my looks, I'm quite proficient at tailoring. Thanks to the long-term 'training' from your sister."
Xiao Ke was taken aback, "How would you alter it?"
"Um.." Yang Gang looked at Xiao Ke's mini skirt: "How about sewing it up the middle, transforming the miniskirt into shorts."
"Oh." A moment later, Xiao Ke reacted, her cheeks turned crimson instantly, she clutched the corners of her skirt: "I'm not wearing anything under my skirt right now. If you sew up my skirt, won't you see everything underneath?"
Yang Gang said seriously: "I'm not that kind of person, really."
"Not credible at all!! I refuse!"
The corner of Yang Gang's mouth twitched: "This girl seems to be smarter than Yang Fei and Gu Xiaorou, she doesn't fall for tricks."
