The words fell.

A woman wearing a pink nightdress came out of the cloakroom.

It was Qin Yurou who was being traced.

She glanced at her clothes with disgust, "Don't you have any other colors for your pajamas? Why are they all pink? They're so childish!"

"You go to the mall in the afternoon and buy me a new set of pajamas. I want them in black or red, and buy a few daily changes of clothes."

Shen Yutong rolled his eyes at her, "Sister, please understand, I ...