Instinctively, she looked around the room.
Uncle Zhong made a fist with his right hand, coughed lightly into it, and then looked away, pretending as if he hadn't seen anything.
Fifteen stared at her expressionlessly, his gaze candid, yet it seemed as if he was deliberately telling her he had seen everything.
Yan Jiu curled his lips in a half-smile, "Tsk tsk, seems like you've practiced quite a few times, mastery from practice, huh?"
Qiao Mo's face turned bright red as she looked at the buttons scattered on the ground, wishing she could find a hole to hide in.
She... she was really just acting out of desperation!
When she came in earlier, everyone had such serious expressions, how could she not be nervous!
If Fu Nancheng really suffered because of her, she couldn't repay it even with ten lives!
Qiao Mo looked at Qin Zhaoran pleadingly, and Qin Zhaoran didn't disappoint her, saying seriously and calmly, "You don't have to take off the pants."
