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Jiang Weiguo, after leaving the kitchen, returned to his previous room, where he needed not only to pack his bags but also to tidy up his bedding and clean the room.
Sun Guanyun didn't leave; he waited in the room, sitting on the bed with his arms folded across his chest, embodying the air of a stereotypical landlady.
Jiang Feng noticed that Sun Guanyun, whether in his 20s or his 70s, shared one thing in common when it came to Jiang Weiguo—it was like a cat meeting a dog. Although he didn't dare to provoke him outright, he always seemed keen on showing his claws.
"I'm going to fold the quilt now," Jiang Weiguo said.
Sun Guanyun obediently got up and moved aside, allowing Jiang Weiguo to swiftly fold the quilt. In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a neatly pressed tofu block, clearly the work of an experienced hand.
Seeing this, Sun Guanyun couldn't help but want to mock him, "You couldn't possibly be folding quilts and doing housework every day at home, right?"
