Master Wang, Did You Make Sister Qiao Angry?

"Which one do you prefer?"

Qiao Nian had just finished reading the message. She looked up to see the man holding two towels of similar colors.

She pointed to one at random. "This one, I think."

"Alright." Ye Wangchuan took two dark blue towels with gold trimmings and threw them into the shopping cart. Then, he pushed the cart forward.

Qiao Nian glanced at the message again. [Slim Waist Control: I found it. That person's surname is YE. Other information hasn't been released yet. I only know the surname on the registration form.]

YE?

Qiao Nian lowered her eyes and put her cell phone back into her pocket. Her quiet face was expressionless, but a dark river surged in the depths of her beautiful eyes.

She did not reply to Slim Waist Control. She stuffed her hands into her pockets and slowly followed him.

Ye Wangchuan chose everything from cups and towels to toothbrushes and toothpaste.