Chapter 112: Striptease?

Even though Qiao Chengxun was usually rational and calm, his handsome face turned utterly dark when he saw the item, and his body trembled slightly because he couldn't suppress his anger.

Damn woman, she was playing him all along!

The delivery guy, panting, came over and hoisted the humanoid package in front of Qiao Chengxun, handing him a pen as well, "Mr. Qiao, please sign for this."

"Refused," came the cold, thunderous bass, with an undeniable intimidation.

The delivery guy shuddered, a look of helplessness on his face, "Mr. Qiao, Miss Wen said on the phone that if you don't want to sign for it, please call her to let her know."

Qiao Chengxun's face darkened as he forcefully picked up his cellphone and made a call.

After a moment, Wen Meimei's lazy voice came from the other side, sounding like she hadn't woken up yet, "Hello? You've reached me, but I'm currently not in the service area, please try again la—"

"Wen Meimei!"