The next day was her day off, followed by Saturday and Sunday, giving her three days of rest.
It seemed like last night's argument hadn't even caused a stir, as it was forcefully suppressed by An Zhiyuan, leaving Bai Xiao lying in bed, ironically mocking her own loyalty blindness.
She knew, though, that the mission An Zhiyuan hadn't mentioned must be related to being an undercover agent; otherwise, why would they need a dazzlingly beautiful woman?
It must be pretending to be a couple, or a husband and wife, to catch someone or gather intelligence.
Alas, she couldn't think about it anymore, or she would start imagining An Zhiyuan and the beauty's romantic tango—an unquestionable responsibility of his, and she had to step aside.
That is his wife, after all.
She got up to tidy the house, which seemed less lively without An Zhiyuan around.
Bai Xiao changed into a dress and prepared to stroll the streets, a place she hadn't really explored yet, an opportunity she seldom had.