Good, very good!
She was indeed the woman that Mu Sihan fell for. She actually dared to slap him and even call him a pathetic dreg!
Xue'er stared as the man's expression slowly darkened. Her gaze landed on his red and swollen cheek as tears welled up in her eyes. "Ah Han, are you alright? Does it hurt?"
If it wasn't for her, he would not get a high fever and get hit by others.
"Should I explain to her…"
His indifferent voice interrupted her before she could finish her words, "There's no need." He threw the dress that was torn by Nan Zhi to the floor as his gaze moved to the staff, "Bring out all the clothes that suit her."
The staff's heart clenched painfully as she glanced at that limited-edition dress. She did not dare to meet the eyes of the man for too long and she moved her gaze down as she said carefully, "Sir, you will need to pay for this dress first!"
The man's expression darkened again.
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