For a moment, Shen Weilan froze on the spot.
She had intended to wake up from her nap and wash her clothes, but when she woke up, she found her underwear had already been washed. What was happening?
She stared blankly at her panties, looking at the tiny triangles hanging above the laundry room, in complete disarray.
Inside her head, she was shrieking: Ahhhh—
May lightning strike her now, for it was terrifying that someone else had washed her underwear.
Who washed them?
Could it be that while she was asleep, a cleaning lady had come in and washed them?
No, it definitely wasn't Lu Hechen.
Shen Weilan hypnotized herself.
What was done was done. The biggest public relations crisis of her life had been having someone else wash her panties. It was so embarrassing.
Weilan slowly turned around, ready to leave, when she raised her eyes and saw a tall figure a few meters in front of her approaching. In a blink, he was right in front of her.
