"Hurry up," Fu Jinghen's hand tightened around Wen Qiao's waist as he slowly threatened, "or I don't mind giving you a few more marks."
"!" Wen Qiao's eyes widened in disbelief; how had this old man become so adept at hooliganism now?
But he didn't know if the dress had been borrowed or not, so he decided to bluff his way through first.
Fu Jinghen seemed to know what she was thinking, and with a cold look in his eyes, he said, "Don't tell me you don't know where the dress is. I heard Jiang Yao telling you the other day that you had already gotten the dress."
"..." Well, she couldn't bluff her way out of this one.
Wen Qiao pursed her lips, grabbed her phone, opened WeChat, found the picture of the dress, and handed it to Fu Jinghen, her tone barely concealing her pride, "How about it, doesn't it look nice? I'm sure I'll look even better in it."
