"Who the hell is Ye Bei? Father is really strange today." In a dimly lit house, Pu Qingyin crept in, muttering softly in her mouth.
"From the time I can remember, for so many years, he was never satisfied with the ones I brought back. Even many people were scared away by him. This one today is completely different."
After she went to the room, Pu Qingyin was stunned, "Unbelievable, my old man used to not allow me to in his room, so I thought it was dirty and messy. It turned out to be so neat..."
On the bed, there was a clean white quilt, neatly folded.
Every corner of the room was spotless. Not only did the air have no peculiar smell, but it also carried a somewhat unique fragrance.
The cleanliness of this room was many times as hygienic as Pu Qingyin's room.
"Father hides so deeply!"
After a while, Pu Qingyin didn't want to understand, and finally just took a deep breath.
Then she slowly opened the bedside table.
