Zhao Gushen didn't mention it, and she had almost forgotten that he said he would take his luggage but never did.
So, his stuff was still here all along.
"My pajamas are still here, right? Where did you put them?" Zhao Gushen asked again, wondering if she had put them in her closet.
"It's fine if you're here, but you'll have to sleep on the sofa again." Ye Fei said, feeling a bit embarrassed, "Your pajamas are still here, I've already washed them, I'll go get them for you."
Zhao Gushen could have gone back to his comfortable home, but he was staying here on the sofa, which seemed quite incongruous.
Ye Xiaomo was stunned.
Pajamas? What pajamas?
When did Zhao Gushen leave his pajamas behind?
"How about..."
Zhao Gushen just started to speak when Ye Xiaomo, sensing mischief, quickly chimed in, "How about, Uncle, you sleep in my room, and I'll sleep with Xiao Fei."
"Your bed is too small," he said, taking the opportunity to criticize Xiaomo's height.
