She wanted to wear it?
When did she say that she wanted to wear pajamas?
So what was up with the pajamas?
She clearly wanted to go home.
Fu Jiu turned her head to look at the man's handsome and sexy face. She raised her eyebrow. "Brother Mo, I think we have a fundamental problem with our communication."
"It's late and Uncle Zhang's not here. It's not safe for you to go home by yourself." Qin Mo's voice was quite indifferent. His long legs were slightly crossed, and he leaned back on the sofa. "We have plenty of guest rooms. Just pick one."
Fu Jiu hooked her lips up into a smile. "It's safe to call a taxi."
"You want to call a taxi around here?" Qin Mo threw a glance at the young man and flung her packed school bag back onto the wooden shelf. His indifferent voice was perfectly emotionless. "As luck would have it, this world judges by one's looks instead of one's IQ."
