She lowered her head to inspect her clothes and thought about hitting her head against a wall.
They were too trendy, too fashionable, but that was the least of her worries since she was injured and her entire appearance was in disarray.
How was she supposed to meet his family looking like this?
Clenching her teeth, she steeled her resolve, "Brother Shou..."
Iron Hand turned to look at her, his gaze unusually focused.
Shyly kicking a small stone by her foot, Ai Lun scratched her head with her uninjured left hand, "Maybe I should go buy something. And change into a new outfit. It doesn't seem right to show up at your house empty-handed and like this, does it?"
Iron Hand frowned, and she couldn't tell if he had understood her, and he said expressionlessly.
"No need."
