"Is that dress still for sale?" Ruan Yuan sat comfortably with her legs crossed, the hem of her skirt sliding upward due to her movements, revealing her fair legs.
In the dim light, it carried a peculiar hint of allure.
Yu Zhi paused for two seconds, "No, it's not for sale." She didn't want that woman wearing her designed dress.
"Alright, it's not like I care about a bit of money anyway."
As Yu Zhi turned her head to retrieve her phone, Ruan Yuan seemed to wordlessly cooperate, extending it forward.
The silent emergency stairwell was soon disturbed again by the sound of a phone call.
About half an hour later, Shi Wei rushed to the entrance of the mall.
Just as he was about to get out of the car, the passenger seat door was opened by someone.
"Zhizhi." Shi Wei pulled the young girl into his arms, placing her across his lap.
He kissed the corner of her lips, "I have nothing to do with that woman. Please trust me, alright?"
