"You want me to wear this?"
Li Jingtai looked at the floral-print boxer shorts in his hands, the grimy-looking oversized T-shirt, and the slippers, and resisted fiercely.
"Doesn't it work as long as you can wear it? Aren't you being a little too demanding?"
It was already around ten at night. Where was she supposed to go to buy him something else?
She had simply bought a set from a street stall at the small night market along the snack street behind them.
He would be able to change back into his own clothes once they got home anyway.
"But..."
Li Jingtai really didn't want to walk outside in such tasteless clothes.
Su Qiao was getting impatient. "No buts. Hurry up and change so we can go home. I'm starving."
Li Jingtai paused. "You haven't had dinner?"
"Once I got definite news, I came straight here."
In fact, she had even forgotten to eat lunch.
She had been looking into the information and monitoring the situation on An Yixi and Min Xingyu's side.
"Then wait for me. I'll be ready in a moment. I'll make you something delicious when we get home."
Li Jingtai hurriedly carried the boxer shorts into the small bathroom.
When the two of them left, the doorman looked rather dazed.
When had that man gone in?
How had he not noticed?
Some models did bring their boyfriends inside, so although the doorman found it strange, he soon stopped thinking about it.
After they got home, Li Jingtai immediately busied himself in the kitchen.
Fortunately, the two freezers at home were always full, so there were plenty of ingredients.
Su Qiao was extremely satisfied with the meal.
*
The next day, just as they had expected, the police came knocking again.
This time, however, they weren't there