He Yingdong's thick eyebrows slightly furrowed. Was this a refusal to dine with him?
Just a couple of admonishments, and her capacity was this small?
The night gradually descended...
He Yingdong slowly walked towards the bedroom.
The entire He Family house was extraordinarily quiet, no, deathly silent would be more accurate.
The bedroom light was on, his tall figure paused at the bedroom door.
He could see a busy figure inside.
Li Jiaqi was wearing dark overalls, a beige sweater, and an apron tied around her waist. Her hair was loosely tied at the back of her head, and she was busy tidying his clothes.
She took out his suit, arranged it, then put it in the closet, polished his shoes and placed them in the shoe cabinet, then after wiping the table, she began to clean the ornaments on the tabletop.
Her sleeves were rolled up high, her small hands red from the cold, and sweat dripped from her forehead.
Her bangs fell messily, covering half of her flushed little face.
