Qiao Jing glanced briefly at the invitation and responded.
"Received."
"Great, I will have someone deliver a gown to you; come to Purple Garden first, and I will take you in."
Qiao Jing hesitated for a moment. If it were Su Manhan sending the gown, it would cost her a bit of money.
Previously, Ni Yue had made a custom gown for her, which she hadn't worn many times; it would be perfect for the occasion.
Thinking of this, she did not agree to Su Manhan's offer to send a gown.
"No need to send a gown, I have one; I'll come first—"
Before she could finish her sentence, her phone was snatched away by a large hand.
Zhan Qipei furrowed his misty long eyebrows, surrounded by the scent of jealousy.
"Mom, Qiao Jing will enter with only me."
The person escorting his wife had to be him.
Even his mom wouldn't do.
This time, Su Manhan truly realized her son was fiercely jealous; she could sense the jealousy through the phone itself.