Shi Che's fingers paused slightly as he was typing. Lifting his gaze slightly, he looked at Ling Chuxia, who was standing there quietly, her demeanor as respectful as ever.
Shi Che's brows furrowed slightly as his eyes unintentionally swept past her to the black dress lying not far behind on the sofa. His gaze darkened and, suddenly opening his mouth, his tone carried a hint of impatience as he responded to an unasked question, "In the future, don't wear that kind of clothing."
Ling Chuxia was startled for a moment, not immediately understanding, "What?"
Shi Che didn't speak again but instead squinted at the dress behind her with a frown. Ling Chuxia reflexively followed his gaze and felt a chill in her heart.
She knew she wasn't dignified or ladylike enough in such a dress, and Shi Che certainly wouldn't like it. She hadn't intended to wear it either; it was only for the sake of maintaining control at the event tonight that she had worn it just that once.
