"Geez, this stinky girl, doesn't even wash her clothes."
An Zairong, who rarely didn't sleep soundly, took off his suit jacket, rolled up his sleeves, threw the girl's clothes into the washing machine, and surprisingly, perhaps due to a pang of conscience or the imminent eviction, worked tirelessly to tidy up the apartment all day.
"Phew."
Despite the apartment's small size, doing household chores was truly not easy, especially for An Zairong, for whom mopping the floor and cleaning the windows were far more taxing than committing arson or murder.
He sat exhausted on the sofa, let out a sigh, then wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled as he looked around at the refreshed apartment.
"You dirty girl, how did you even find a boyfriend?"
Many girls are like this.
Glamorous outside, at home, they might show a different face.
