168: Three Flavors of Dog Food

Qiao Nanchu took one glance and grew even more furious, "Who made you wear this dress?" Is this what a nineteen-year-old girl should wear? His face stern, "Button it up!"

His severe and speech-heavy manner was just like a strict elder catching his own child misbehaving.

Wen Baiyang blankly stared for a moment before buttoning up all the buttons on her blazer. Being tall, the jacket covered her skirt but her slim, straight legs were still exposed. Whenever the wind blew, she shivered from the cold.

He was still afraid she'd catch a cold after all.

"Come in with me first."

Oh.

She followed him inside, and the warmth immediately turned her face bright red.

Qiao Nanchu picked a quiet corner, the anger in his eyes not yet dissipated, and interrogated her, "Who brought you here?"

Wen Baiyang answered in sign language, "She told me to come here."

'She' referred to Wen Ya, a distant and unfamiliar way to address her.