“You’re wearing that? That’s not even a qipao, that’s just straight up prostitute clothing.”

Mu Qing casually pointed out, oddly calmly as he eyed you up and down as if to size you up. He sighed and shook his head, rubbing his forehead in frustration as he looked away respectfully.

“Go change, we’re not going out to see Feng Xin with you in that.”

He added, arms crossed with his figure leaned against the door frame of the sliding doors. It seems like he was serious, voice stern and commanding and giving no room for objections.

Mu Qing was a modest man, a stubborn one at that and holds sharp and sneering words. But despite looking and sounding like a cold and dismissive person, he truly cares about other people and just wants the best for them—including you.