The bedroom is a suite, and after entering, the sound of water splashing comes from the bathroom. Gu Xiaoer knows Ling Siyao is freshening up.
She made a face in the direction of the bathroom, hurried to the large bed in the bedroom, and started tidying it up for him.
Our Qiyang Town isn't very big, but the facilities for Mr. President are excellent.
The clean sheets and duvet cover, even after he slept on them for one night, are still very neat, without a trace of stray hairs on the pillows. In an average home, such a bed hardly needs tidying.
But not for the President; he's quite particular, insisting on fresh sheets and duvet covers every day.
And she was pitifully punished to serve as a maid doing these chores.
Putting effort into tidying the bed, Gu Xiaoer then took a cloth to wipe the windowsill. Turning around, she noticed a garbage bin in the corner of the room, sighed, and walked over to replace the garbage bag with a new one.
