What? Help him change?
Tang Mo'er lifted her eyes to look at the man on the bed. His black shirt and black trousers were plastered to his body, the thin material revealing his firm muscles underneath. Helping him to change would require taking off his clothes.
Tang Mo'er shook her head. "I'm not helping him change."
Niuniu looked at her innocently. "Mommy, why?"
"My hand hurts," Tang Mo'er replied abruptly.
"Why does Mommy's hand hurt? Let Niuniu blow on it." Little Munchkin quickly flipped Tang Mo'er's palms over, tiptoed and blew on his mom's palms.
At this moment, someone knocked on the door and pushed it open. A maid walked in. "Mrs Gu, Mr Lu sent me to help President Gu change his clothes."
Tang Mo'er lifted her eyes to take a look. This maid was beautiful. She was in a long dress and her voice was sweet.
