"Go, go, go." She hummed and said, "Don't think I'm not angry anymore! While you're showering, think carefully about how to explain yourself! Anyway, I'm still very angry right now!"
Meng Xinian quickly went to the room to grab clean clothes, pulled down a towel, and said while heading to the bathroom, "Wife, there's really nothing going on. I'll tell you later, you can look around here first."
Chiang Xiao glanced at him.
"Such a small place needs looking around?"
You can see everything with just two eyes, honestly.
But after Meng Xinian went into the bathroom, she indeed started to look around.
In the bedroom, there was only one bed, a narrow one-and-a-half-meter wooden bed.
It was so neatly made that she stuck out her tongue in amazement.
The quilt was folded into a perfect tofu block, with crisp edges, and the sheets were smooth without any wrinkles.
She walked over, sat on the bed, rocked back and forth, and tested its firmness.
