Not only Deng Feifei and Hu Jiaojiao, but Gu Qili was also looking shocked, not caring to clean her lunchbox, she hastily secured the lid and rushed out.
"Young Master Qian..." Deng Feifei seemed not to have given up on chasing after him, but Hu Jiaojiao quickly grabbed her, her delicate hand pointing outside: "Fei'er, look."
Mu Shuoqian walked to the door, just as there happened to be a trash can for leftover food nearby. He stopped in his tracks, quickly undid his buttons, took off his coat, and with a look of disgust, tossed it in, not the least bit heartbroken about its expensive cost.
Clothes that had been touched by other women disgusted him to the core, he feared he'd break out in a rash just by wearing them.
Seeing all this, Deng Feifei's face turned ashen, as if she had been slapped pia pia. A second ago, she had fantasized about climbing the social ladder with the help of Mu Shuoqian, but in the next second, she realized her own foolishness.
