"Come on, dress me up."
Nan Jiaojiao asked, "Aren't you finding someone else for Miss Shu?"
Shu Jin glanced at her and laughed, "Little girl, getting greedy isn't a good thing. You should have heard that I have a bad temper."
Chu Yao has an even worse temper than hers.
People like her, it's a wonder if Nan Jiaojiao would be afraid.
She could have stayed silent at this moment, but she just had to say "hmm," and raised her hand to take a Cheongsam from the hanger.
She followed Shu Jin into the dressing room.
When Nan Jiaojiao came out, Zhang Zhao was leaning against the back of the sofa with his arms crossed, the word "FAILED" big on the phone screen. He looked at Nan Jiaojiao, his gaze lightly scanning from top to bottom, stopping below the waist, and the smile on his mouth deepened slightly.
"What's your name?"
"Nan Jiaojiao."
