"Stop!" Luo Xiaoqian couldn't take it anymore, "It's just a piece of clothing, do you two really have to go this far?"
"We do!" Both men roared in unison, then realizing it was her question, they turned to her with a smile, "Xiao Qian, this has nothing to do with you!"
Luo Xiaoqian rolled her eyes.
What did they mean, it had nothing to do with her? The whole situation had obviously started because of her.
If it wasn't for the fact that she had worn that piece of clothing, would Leng Zimo care so much? Highly unlikely.
And there was Jiao Yang, too. It was one thing for Leng Zimo to like her and be possessive, but why was he joining in on the fuss?
She turned to face Jiao Yang, "How about this, when I return to the Capital, I'll buy an identical one and give it to you, will that be okay?"
Seeing the smile in Leng Zimo's eyes, Jiao Yang's stubbornness also flared.
