Sick!
Listening to the rustle of clothes being changed, Wen Nuan slightly closed her eyes, turning her back to him, and cursed softly in her heart.
This man did it on purpose just now, it must be!
What a cute girl, with personality, I like it!
Glancing sideways at Wen Nuan's embarrassed and angry appearance, Tan Qing's mood improved even more.
After changing into a flashy shirt, he came out wearing large sunglasses, whistled at Wen Nuan, and casually leaned against the side of a red Ferrari, looking every bit the playboy.
"I'll take the clothes back, return them to you tomorrow. What's your phone number? I'll jot it down so I can contact you."
Looking at him dressed like a Peacock, yet still with an extraordinary, mischievous beauty, Wen Nuan only smiled faintly, directly taking the clothes from his hand without giving him another glance.