"Would you bear to?" he posed innocently. "Besides, what I said is true. You already belong to me, so what's wrong with me picking out a few clothes for you?"
"You..." Gu Nanqiao was at a loss for words and turned away without paying him any more attention.
But she had only taken a few steps when her wrist was grabbed from behind once again.
She tried to shake it off forcefully, "Let go!"
"Xiaoqiao, stop making a fuss," Huo Jingting caught up and stood beside her. His fingers wove through hers, intertwining firmly. "Is it that all you women have such capricious tempers? Or is it just you who has a particularly bad temper?"
His words struck a nerve, Gu Nanqiao instantly thought of his various scandals that had been exposed, biting back sarcastically, "Huo Jingting, having been through a myriad of women, aren't you familiar with women's tempers by now?"
Huo Jingting detected the sarcasm in her tone and frowned involuntarily.
"What do you mean by that?"
