Yang Ming said indifferently, "Who cares? It's already fortunate for them that I didn't ask them to compensate for our emotional loss. Who cares about their bedsheets?"
"It's not... then I..." Zhou Jiajia meant that it was an embarrassment! But when she recalled that Yang Ming had already known all these matters anyway, she stopped thinking about all these things.
"Alright, let's take a break. I asked for cold medicine so you won't catch a cold." Yang Ming sighed. Am I treating Zhou Jiajia too well? Ai, never mind. Why am I such a kind person?
It didn't take long before someone knocked on the door. Yang Ming opened the door and saw that it was the delivery items that he had called for.
