Song Chuyi carried her coldly and walked towards the changing room.
Her body was protected firmly in his embrace and the big shirt covered even her butt securely.
His steps were fast.
Wen Tong quickly chased over, looking straight at him. "Sir, who are you and what are you trying to do?"
Song Chuyi looked at the assistant who didn't seem much older than Changqing and the viciousness in his eyes increased. He opened his thin lips and said word by word, "Who am I? I am her husband—is this reason sufficient?"
Wen Tong was astonished. Changqing bit her fingers and was also shocked by the four words: I am her husband.
Song Chuyi walked past the assistant with wide strides and kicked open the door of the changing room with one leg, immediately throwing Changqing on the couch.
Changqing was shocked and tightly grabbed onto the shirt that was covering her subconsciously in case it slipped and exposed herself.