Chen Shiqing was so angry that her eyes welled up with tears.
"So, is there not a single piece of clothing here meant for me?" Chen Shiqing spoke again.
Fu Nancheng remained silent, and the car had already begun to slowly start.
Chen Shiqing chased after them in high heels, "What about the meal? Why did you order the filet mignon that I like?"
"Oh, I was afraid Xiao Mo wouldn't be full."
Chen Shiqing's eyes turned fierce, almost enraged to the point of spitting blood.
So... so she was a joke all day!
"Nancheng... don't you have even a little bit of affection for me? I..."
Before Chen Shiqing could finish her sentence, the car window rolled up, leaving only the sound of her pounding on the window.
However, soon the car drove away, becoming a mere streak of light in the dark night.
"Shi... Shiqing, what... what on earth is going on?" Qiao Yin couldn't help but speak.
