"I'm not joking with you anymore."
They were clearly talking about the qipao for grandma—how did the conversation shift to having children?
Ji Wei blushed and brushed aside his hand, her gaze returning to the qipao. "This qipao looks fine; we should have delivered it to grandma directly earlier. I was overthinking."
Gu Moqian also shifted his gaze to the qipao, his tone deep and foreboding. "That might not be the case."
"Why?" Ji Wei asked in confusion, her eyes filled with puzzlement.
Gu Moqian's expression darkened as he reached out to unfold the qipao. The tear in the fabric immediately came into view.
The edges of the tear revealed frayed threads, looking as if someone had forcefully ripped them apart.
Ji Wei's eyes widened in shock.
How could a perfectly good qipao end up torn?
Gu Moqian's gaze grew even colder as he exchanged a glance with Ji Wei.
Their unspoken understanding confirmed what they both suspected.
The one who destroyed the qipao was Ji Shanshan!
