Su Chaoyang was half-dragged downstairs by her, muttering with a furrowed brow, "Should we go back and change? There's not even a strap on this dress—what if it slips off? Let's switch to one with a collar!"
It wasn't hard to imagine that the crowd tonight would definitely be rowdy. What if someone accidentally pulled on the dress and it slipped off?
Mu Xiangwan frowned speechlessly, "It won't happen! You're worrying over nothing! Hurry up, I still need to fix my hair. Don't waste time—"
"…Well, make sure you don't bend over or anything later, or a whole group of people might suffer the consequences!"
Mu Xiangwan understood the first part of his sentence, but the second part—
"What do you mean?"
"Whoever dares to sneak a glance at you, they'll be crying to their moms by tomorrow for sure!" He blurted out with childish bravado.
"…" Mu Xiangwan rolled her eyes skyward once more, speechless. "Su Chaoyang, you're just abusing your authority!"
"I'm asserting my sovereignty!"
