The doorbell rang.
Cheng Yujie looked through the peephole, but couldn't see anyone.
"Who is it?" An Jiancheng emerged from the bathroom.
Cheng Yujie whispered, "I don't know, I didn't see anyone."
"Then don't open it," An Jiancheng said.
"Okay!"
Standing outside the door, Zhou Shiran clenched her fists tightly. Even though the door wasn't opened, it was certain An Jiancheng was here.
Bastard.
She stormed back into the elevator.
...
Inside the room!
An Jiancheng unpacked the newly bought clothes, showing them to Cheng Yujie. "I bought this dress for you, try it on, do you like it?"
Cheng Yujie looked at the white dress and smiled. "This dress is too clean, too ladylike, it doesn't suit my age anymore, I can't pull it off."
"Of course not, even though we're not young anymore, you're still as beautiful and kind-hearted as you were back then. There's no woman in the world who suits a white dress more than you," An Jiancheng said sentimentally.
