After having breakfast with Tang Qing,
Lin Jiaxue suddenly realized something.
That was she still had bed sheets to wash. In the villa in Shanghai, servants changed the bed sheets every day, but at home, she had to do it herself, and she could muddle through for the first night with some excuse.
But if she washed bed sheets every day, it would be strange not to arouse suspicion.
"Tangtang, what should we do?"
As Lin Jiaxue put the bed sheets into the washing machine and started it, she glared at Tang Qing, who had a mischievous smile, and asked with a 'look what you've done' tone.
"No problem, I'll bring the bed sheets over next time," Tang Qing's solution was straightforward.
If it's not convenient for you to change them here, then I'll do it.
Hearing this, Lin Jiaxue stared at Tang Qing and couldn't help but laugh out loud.
The whole scene felt a bit odd.
