Long Xiruo was dumbstruck and this state lasted for more than one minute.
When she felt her body getting smaller and the sleeves flapping down, she sensed things were going to be very bad.
She squatted down out of instinct.
But when she saw the club boss, she didn't see any taunting expression in his eyes. Instead, it was a look that he had met a problem and was thinking how to deal with it.
She could distinguish that thought even if it flashed across his mind in a second… but that made Long Xiruo feel even worse.
"Anyway… Change your clothes first, Miss. Long." Luo Qiu replied with a finger snap.
A suit of clothes fell on top of Long Xiruo from nowhere. And at the same time, a black screen circle rose up around her.
No adjectives could be used to describe the true dragon's mood... except, perhaps, chaotic?
Maybe her IQ and EQ dropped to fit her age and body size. Long Xiruo quivered while looking at the clothes, weeping tears.
