Can't see it, can't see it...
Tang Shiba repeated that silently a few times, but her gaze still landed on the suitcase.
Fang Cheng had already unzipped it, ready to throw it open in one go.
With a bang, Fang Cheng flipped the suitcase worth over two hundred thousand onto the floor.
Everyone looked over. At the sight, Fang Cheng was baffled, Tang Shiba was floored, and Si Wuyu... was intrigued?
Holy crap... nothing but role-play gear, in every style imaginable, and not a single duplicate?
A sailor uniform, a nurse's outfit, a sexy shirt?...
Was Papa Fang planning to turn anywhere and everywhere into his personal playground? Old in years but young at heart, and still going strong. Freaking legendary!
It was too much for her eyes. Tang Shiba buried her head in Si Wuyu's chest. He covered her eyes, but his own gaze stayed fixed on the items, as though some strange new world had opened up in his mind.
Fang Cheng picked up something made of dangling strips of fabric and asked Tang Shiba in bewilderment, "What's this? Rags for a beggar? Why would my mom have something like this?"
"Something like what?"
Mama Fang had just come out of the shower and happened to hear him. She walked over while drying her hair, then froze at the sight of what Fang Cheng was holding.
"What is that?"
Fang Cheng tilted his head at her. "Mom, I took this out of your suitcase. Don't you know what it is?"
"What?!"
Mama Fang came over. When she saw the suitcase full of those things, she finally understood. Her cool, aloof image shattered as she shrieked and covered her son's eyes.
"Ah!!! This is filthy! Son, throw it away! Don't let it corrupt you!"
Mama Fang's face flushed with