Shen Qingqing stood on the balcony for a few minutes, feeling cold. Just as she was about to turn and go back inside, she saw Jiang Zhixun holding her clothes.
Looking closely, he was even holding her intimate garments, his expression perfectly calm.
Shen Qingqing's eyelids twitched, feeling utterly exasperated.
Her blood rushed straight to her head.
Her face flushed instantly.
There was embarrassment, but even more, there was anger.
This man was meddling with her things again!
She questioned harshly, "Jiang Zhixun, what are you doing?"
The man's demeanor remained as indifferent as ever. "Doing laundry."
As he spoke, he stuffed all the clothes into a basin and turned on the faucet to rinse them.
He looked back at Shen Qingqing, his eyes containing an eagerness to please.
But in Shen Qingqing's eyes, this was pure provocation!
It was too late to pull the clothes back out. Shen Qingqing was about to faint from anger.
