Young Master Qiao stood bare-chested, revealing a healthy, wheat-colored skin. His well-defined muscles seemed to be the work of a master craftsman, exuding a captivating sheen under the perspiration. Even men couldn't help but stare.
Qiao Chengxun was unaware of the impact his presence had on the city's scenery; his mind was solely focused on his wife in the emergency room.
Mu Zhuoshen kindly reminded, "Young Qiao, why don't you find something to cover yourself with? You're affecting the city's appearance like this."
Qiao Chengxun's cold gaze narrowed slightly, "Bring it."
Mu Zhuoshen was momentarily stunned, instinctively starting to take off his own clothes, "Do you want mine?"
Qiao Chengxun shot a murderous look, his icy eyes shrouded in bloodthirsty intent.
Mu Zhuoshen felt a chill run down his back, "Alright, alright, I'll go buy a new one for you right away."
With that, Mu Zhuoshen fled as if for his life.
