Ji Wanzhou thought that his wife would have doubts. His suggestion was already so obvious. However, when he turned around, his wife was already asleep in the backseat with her blanket wrapped around her.
On the way home, the butler stood by the door wondering if he should prepare dinner.
"Shh, let her sleep. Go and pack her things." Ji Wanzhou instructed Old Hei, who was waiting at the door, "Hurry, hurry."
"That's not good, boss." Old Hei's dark face immediately blushed three times. It wasn't appropriate for him to be handed over to a rough man for such a private matter like packing his luggage.
"What is it? If I tell you to go, then go. What are you being so bashful for, men?" Ji Wanzhou glanced at the tough guy in disdain. Since when did Old Hei become so shy?
Old Hei immediately took three steps forward and couldn't help but to turn around and ask, "Boss, these personal clothes are not suitable for me to take."