Zhan Qipei heard her, gathered his brows like misty smoke, and without saying another word, grabbed Qiao Jing's wrist and walked outside.
"No need to change, forget about that outfit."
What on earth was going on with his sister now? First she had his wife pretend to be her boyfriend, and now she wanted to take his wife to change clothes?
It made him think of the last time Ni Yue did something similar, taking the pretext of helping Qiao Jing change clothes to get handsy.
Zhan Nanqing picked up on the implication in Zhan Qipei's words, and grew even more speechless, rolling her eyes dramatically.
"Brother, I'm taking Qiao Jing to change clothes, not helping her change, do you have to act this way? And you're letting her go back like this when her hair isn't even properly done?"
She wouldn't mind helping Qiao Jing change, but the latter didn't need her help at all.
