If she hadn't known Feng Ziyu beforehand, knowing he wasn't this type of thug, otherwise, she might have been scared enough to scream.
"Alright!"
She picked up the clothes and sat up from the bed; he turned and walked out, casually closing the door behind him.
Ten minutes later, Hua Shiyu had changed into the clothes Feng Ziyu had prepared specifically for her.
Seeing herself in the mirror, she was also taken aback.
On top, she wore a deep V red T-shirt covered in small golden metal rings, and on the bottom, tight black leather pants, creating a unique biker girl style.
Carrying a stomach full of questions, she went downstairs.
Feng Ziyu was on the phone.
Seeing her come down, he hung up the call, carefully scrutinized her, and let out a small laugh.
"Looks like my taste isn't bad; the size fits perfectly!"
"You bought this, huh! Oh my, you want me dressed like this to go fight?"
