Qiao Mo was at a loss for words. Yes, he wasn't really peeking.
He was openly spying!
Qiao Mo bit her lips tightly, almost drawing blood from her crimson lips, as she clutched the dress in front of her more tightly and said with red eyes, "Mr. Fu, could you please leave first."
Fu Nancheng raised an eyebrow: "What's there to see, little dumpling."
Qiao Mo was momentarily stunned, since she had known him for quite a while, yet had never heard such words from his mouth.
But when she realized what he meant, she couldn't help but grit her teeth angrily: "You're the little dumpling!"
Fu Nancheng raised an eyebrow: "Wanna strip and compare?"
Qiao Mo's face turned bright red, fiercely glaring at him but unable to utter a word!
He seemed to be in a good mood, didn't argue further, and casually tossed a piece of clothing on the bed: "Wear this."
With that, he turned and left.
Even after the door was tightly closed again, Qiao Mo was still fuming, her face burning red!
