What Did You Say?

In the Lin residence, Mr. Lin was about to go upstairs to rest when he saw a bag of clothes on the corner of the sofa. He took a few glances. Wasn't it Lin Gantang's things?

"This child is so forgetful. Are you afraid that you'll remember to take the clothes away, placing it so obscurely?" Mr. Lin picked it up and went up to the third floor to put it back in Lin Gantang's cloakroom.

Lin Gantang thought that Wen Yanqing was fooling her, but she did not expect to see him take out a few new sets of pajamas when they returned home.

"Did you really buy it today?" Lin Gantang took a whiff. It had the light fragrance of washing. She asked, "It's been washed and the tags have been removed. How could you have had time to wash it if you bought it today?"

Wen Yanqing sat down casually. "There's time. Fork out some money and get someone to send it to the dry cleaners before sending it over. How long does it take?"