When Pei Mojing returned with two packs of Little Angels, Mu Zixuan had already dumped all his clothes into the washing machine. Since he said to throw them there himself, why should she bother to hand-wash them with her delicate hands?
She had also cleaned the imprints off the leather sofa and changed into a casual home outfit. Her long, wavy black hair was tied up high, making her look like an undergrad who hadn't yet graduated…
"These are yours!" As soon as Pei Mojing entered the door, he tossed the things in his hand toward Mu Zixuan.
Luckily, she reacted quickly, or she might have really been hit by them.
"Thank you so much…" She giggled at the man removing his sunglasses and mask with a frown on his face.
"Don't mention it, as long as you don't spill blood in my house…"
"..."
