"Huang Qingtian, these are all my socks! Considering you're my husband, I'll reluctantly lend them to you!"
After whispering with Zhou Ziyu downstairs for a while, Mu Keren dragged Huang Qingtian upstairs.
Then, she spread out an entire drawer of her socks from the wardrobe on the bed, letting Huang Qingtian choose.
But looking at those colorful socks, Huang Qingtian furrowed his brows, practically able to squash a fly.
Really, Mu Keren's little socks were all so colorful.
Just looking at them made Huang Qingtian's eyes hurt.
Not to mention, some of these socks were fake transparent, and others were faux knee-highs...
Noticing the crease on Huang Qingtian's forehead, Mu Keren was even happier.
This time, she even mischievously pulled Huang Qingtian's hand, introducing her socks to him.
"Huang Qingtian, this is my favorite. It even has a teddy bear pattern..." At this moment, Mu Keren was pointing at a pair of no-show socks.
