She found herself at a loss for words to refuse.
She sized up Zhou Sicheng, he was over one meter eighty, and handsome too…
Seeing him put aside his dignified status to work as a mover here showed his dedication.
My God, was she about to change her heart so quickly?
Zhou Sicheng moved the alcohol and placed it next to the living room sofa. It was an old-fashioned house, spacious rooms, but the living room was quite compact.
The bottles made the living room even more crowded.
There were still several boxes outside. Wen Jing stepped forward to stop Zhou Sicheng from moving more in, "Your alcohol takes up too much space. Our living room is small as it is, I even had to move the treadmill into the bedroom."
Zhou Sicheng was carrying a box of alcohol just inside the door when he paused to listen to Wen Jing. After she finished, he nodded indifferently, "I understand."
And he continued to move the bottles into the room.
His response left Wen Jing bewildered, "Understand what?"
