Fang Zhihan sat at his desk and gently tapped his fingers on top. All of a sudden, he said something strange, "Remember to dress nicely for tomorrow's meal."
"I only have a few sets of clothes. They're all roughly the same." Why was he suddenly concerned about what she was wearing? She thought he had always been indifferent to it.
"I will get someone to deliver clothes to you tomorrow."
Yu Gangan revealed a shy smile, "I don't think that's necessary."
"You need to wear it."
"OK."
Since she couldn't argue against him, she could only compromise. It was only a set of clothing anyway.
After talking to Yu Gangan, Fang Zhihan turned his head and looked at Wenxiang who was lying on his desk, "Someone is tryng to steal your mother."
Wenxiang looked at Fang Zhihan with his round eyes and meowed.
...
The next morning, a courier arrived for Yu Gangan with a package that contained clothes from Fang Zhihan.
