"You little brat! Do I have to report to you where I go?!" Fang Li cursed and lay down on the kang to rest, urging Fang Liuyang to wash his clothes for him.
Fang Liuyang took his clothes to soak and detected a whiff of perfume. He sniffed again and the scent was even stronger, causing his eyebrows to furrow.
Lady Yu came over, took the clothes from him, "Let me wash them." She had just grabbed them when she sniffed the makeup scent on them, and her face instantly changed.
"Mother..." Fang Liuyang called her. Very few people at home wore makeup, only Fang Fang when she got married, and even then, he had complained about the overwhelming scent. But the scent on father's clothes...
Lady Yu's face darkened, a chill creeping into her heart. She took a moment with the clothes in hand, her expression wooden, before putting them into the tub to wash.
