Ling Shaoqiu glanced over.
His gaze stirred for a moment.
However, she directly turned her face away, acting as if she wasn't going to pay any attention to him.
Chen Fang became anxious.
He seized Ling Shaoqiu's face in his hand.
He demanded in a stern voice, "Answer my question, do you know this person or not, she's wearing the same clothes as you."
"Why should I tell you?"
Ling Shaoqiu asked.
Chen Fang raised his fist, ready to swing it down.
But he suddenly stopped.
"I don't hit women, consider yourself lucky."
Chen Fang said.
Ling Shaoqiu, upon hearing this, felt somewhat triumphant, her eyes glaring at Chen Fang with a provocative air.
"Fang Gui, the things I asked you to buy, have you brought them back?"
"I have."
Fang Gui handed over a plastic bag.
Chen Fang sat on the bed board and picked out the things inside one by one.
