"Hey, Miss An..." Liang Youxu wanted to stop her, but was too late.
"Ning Zihan! Ning Zihan! Look at these clothes the housekeeper found for me to change into, it's just a pile of junk!" An Baobei burst into Ning Zihan's room and dumped the pile of clothes she was holding onto Ning Zihan's bed.
Ning Zihan had no choice but to open his eyes again; hearing An Baobei's voice made his head start to ache.
He gave Liang Youxu a look, and after seeing Liang Youxu leave, even closing the door for him, he stood up, rubbing his aching temples, and asked mildly while looking at the pile of clothes, "The clothes seem fine, how are they junk?"
"How are they fine? Look, I couldn't even find a pair of pants in there."
"...The housekeeper prepared skirts for you."
"But aren't these skirts too short? If I wear them, a lot of my legs will show."
