The man was momentarily speechless, stubbornly lifting his chin high, unwilling to admit in front of her. He had never brought women home overnight—
Thus, he faltered, "They never leave their clothes behind."
"Oh, really?" Mu Qingxin slipped into his shirt, "Mr. Jiang is quite skilled at pleasing women. Why not prepare a few pieces for them in the closet? Given Mr. Jiang's desperate appearance moments ago, changing clothes might not be enough for them."
Jiang Yixiu understood she was accusing him of tearing her clothes, implying his inherent scumbag nature of always chasing after women.
However, she truly misunderstood him, for the one who could make him so desperate, well… was just her.
"Put on your clothes and get out of here, spare me your disgust!" Jiang Yixiu was a bit enraged and ashamed.
