Yanshen's gaze circled around the pants before he let out a light chuckle.
He casually slipped them on right in front of Yao Qing.
"Fits well."
He probably meant nothing by it, but for some reason, Yao Qing felt his words carried an indecent implication.
"My dad has a similar build to you, so it makes sense that they fit."
After her mother left home, countless women, ranging from forty to eighteen years old, waited outside her family's villa every night, hoping for a chance encounter with her father.
It was one thing that her father was wealthy, but his handsome and elegant appearance was another.
When the Yao Family went bankrupt, there were even many who wanted to keep her father as a kept man.
Later on... the news about her father attacking a woman broke out, and he ended up in prison for it. Only then did those women give up.
Suddenly mentioning her father in prison, Yao Qing realized she felt a bit uncomfortable after she finished speaking.
