"Hm?"
Qiao Jing turned her head, looking at Zhan Qipei with a puzzled face.
"What, I can't go?" Zhan Qipei asked, narrowing his eyes.
"It's not that, but we're going to a KTV, to sing. Are you sure you want to go?"
In Qiao Jing's mind, Zhan Qipei was the kind of privileged young master who had grown up in high society circles, entirely out of place in a worldly setting like KTV.
That's why she asked.
"I'm just going to sing," was Zhan Qipei's reply.
Qiao Jing lightly raised her eyebrows, remained silent for two seconds, then said, "Suit yourself, but hurry up, we won't wait for you."
Not wait for him! If not for him, then who?
Zhan Qipei felt a flicker of irritation, but his movements were swift. After quickly changing his clothes, he rushed out.
He was afraid Qiao Jing really wouldn't wait for him.
"You're wearing that outfit?" Qiao Jing looked at Zhan Qipei, dressed in a suit and tie, and wondered what the difference was from what he had just been wearing.