121, I don't know you, Feng Ziheng, the local tyrant!_1

Chu Liangxia pondered for a moment.

Afterward, she placed the suitcase on the ground and turned around.

"I didn't hear that wrong?"

Facing Feng Ziheng, Chu Liangxia pointed to her ear.

"No," Feng Ziheng seriously looked at her, confirming each word.

"You told me about this in advance?"

Chu Liangxia lowered her hands and asked, word by word.

"I did."

"I don't remember."

"You were sleeping at the time," Feng Ziheng said matter-of-factly.

"..."

That's so sneaky!

Chu Liangxia was a bit angry and glared at him.

After a while, she asked with a grievance, "Where's the upright Mr. Feng that I know?"

"..."

Feng Ziheng fell silent, realizing it was the first time he was perceived as "so upright" in her eyes.

"You better sort out my stuff," Chu Liangxia said petulantly.

"Okay," Feng Ziheng obediently responded.

"You're making lunch and dinner," Chu Liangxia started to pick a bone.

"Okay."

"You clean the room."

"Okay."