Having been abroad for several years, he only returned to visit on the anniversaries of his mother's death and her birthday, which meant this house hadn't been inhabited for quite some time.
Busy every day, his shirts and suits were always taken to the laundry, so naturally, he had no use for such a thing.
Ye Qiao spread out the dress, took the iron from him, "Bring over your shirt and trousers, I'll help you iron them!"
"No need, no need," he hurriedly refused, but Ye Qiao turned to face him, her eyebrows lightly raised, "What, don't you trust my skills?"
With the conversation having reached this point, Ji Mo found it hard to refuse, so he turned around to get his shirt and trousers.
Ye Qiao had already gotten into position to start working, and her movements were indeed skilled.
