Richard Shaw quickly reacted, tossing the red hair into the nearby trash bin, and said in a deep voice, "From now on, no wearing bizarre clothes, no wigs, no fighting, no clubbing."
The man stated four prohibitions in a row.
Crystal Landon chuckled, wearing peach blossom pink lipstick as she walked out, her smile as beautiful as March blossoms.
She raised her chin, eyes filled with defiance, and laughed lightly, "What era are we in? Not allowed to go clubbing? Besides, a crop top showing just the belly button, what's the big deal? It's not like I'm not wearing clothes."
After speaking, Crystal deliberately leaned closer to him, twisting her astonishingly slender waist, and snorted, "Who are you to me, managing so much?"
Richard Shaw's handsome face darkened, a flash of emotion quickly appearing in his eyes, as he said coldly, "I'll take you home."
