Indeed, there was Mrs. Jiutiao's scheming—for the sake of making Jiutiao Meijie and Kiyono Lin team up by any means necessary.
The four changed into tennis outfits, donning tennis caps, their four pairs of sleek, long legs on the court were already a violation—it was easy to distract people.
"Let's go, Mr. Dubian." They waited for him outside the villa.
Dubian Che directly climbed out from the terrace, pinching the hem of Jiutiao Meijie's skirt, and lifted it up for a look.
"Mhm." He let go, quite satisfied.
"Ah." The other three looked at him with indescribable expressions.
Their skirts were already long enough, almost reaching the knees, but safety shorts were essential no matter what.
"Does it look good?" Jiutiao Meijie said, tugging at his ear.
"It looks good." Dubian Che nodded, "Safety shorts are simply the greatest invention in the world."
"So that's why." Mrs. Kiyono chuckled covering her mouth, "Aren't you going to check Lin, too?"
