A brief silence.
Qiao Zhiyi's heartache had intensified.
Whether a person cares about oneself or not doesn't need to be declared in words, but such daily details reveal their true feelings.
The more this happened, the more Qiao Zhiyi was certain that Shi Jingzhou simply did not take her seriously.
Shi Jingzhou stared at her back, his brows lightly furrowed, "This isn't what I saw."
A little brightness returned to Qiao Zhiyi's heart as she turned around, "What do you mean?"
"What I saw was like this." Shi Jingzhou took out his phone and brought up a photo.
The dark green dress in the photo was also revealing, but the back had a layer of sheer fabric, and on the fabric, there was very exquisite embroidery, very vintage, and full of charm.
Qiao Zhiyi's brows knitted tightly, "Then why did I get this one?"
Shi Jingzhou's face darkened, and he immediately made a phone call.
