Su Ningyan walked over and examined the quilt. Then, she took a look at the wardrobe.
The things on the bed were all new, as for the wardrobe, it still only had clothes of hers and Zhuo Junyue's.
She turned around and glanced at Secretary Luo, "Secretary Luo, I've always been good to you, haven't I? Were the president's sheets just changed?"
"No, they were changed at noon."
This was the answer to her question, there shouldn't be any problems, right?
Secretary Luo was feeling rather bitter, why did he feel like he was becoming the grinder between the president and his wife?
Hearing that the sheets were changed at noon, Su Ningyan slightly raised her brow.
That man's obsessive cleanliness has not abated at all.
If he truly liked Fang Yimeng, would he have had the sheets changed so early?
He must be lying to her. Su Ningyan was so angry that she slammed her hand on the table, raising her voice.
Hearing her voice, Secretary Luo felt sorry for her palm.
