"Toilet Spirit"
Yaya slapped the back of Lai Jiayi's head, making her spurt blood. Well, this happened just in her imagination.
Right after Lai Jiayi bowed, Zhao Yun turned around and waved at her. He flashed a big smile.
"Miss! You are finally here– " Zhao Yun's smile froze. His hand awkwardly stayed mid-air.
'!! Miss??'
"Ahhhh, why the clothes…" The boy pointed at Lai Jiayi's clothes with a trembling finger.
'That's still brown! It still looks like uncle's clothes! No!!'
"What about my clothes?" Lai Jiayi tilted her head innocently. "Maybe...this is still not suitable…" Lai Jiayi lowered her head and sighed.
Her face turned gloomy, stunning the boy.
"No, no, that's not– " Zhao Yun hadn't finished when Zhao Yang interrupted.
"That looks alright. Hurry, let's go." The man turned around and headed to the car, leaving the two people behind.
Lai Jiayi gaped, and Zhao Yun stared at his uncle without blinking.