Gong Ting's gaze turned deep, quietly watching her until she felt a tingling on her scalp, unsure what had upset him this time when he stuffed the clothes into her arms, displeased, "Do you intend to wear this outfit to dinner with me?"
Xiao Yu lowered her head, only then noticing her own disheveled appearance. Was she wearing this to confront the Tiffany counter downstairs?
She covered her face, glaring at the man through her fingers, "Why didn't you say anything when we entered the mall? I've lost face. I should have come upstairs to buy the battle robe first, then gone downstairs to reclaim my dignity. You've completely messed up the order."
Gong Ting's smile gradually deepened, "I don't mind you losing face, go try it on."
