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One could say that under Zhang Xiuer's meticulous care, the clinic had always been clean and tidy, with everything in its proper place, no matter what it was, even a needle or thread was arranged with great precision.
Whenever Zhao Yang wanted something, as long as it was in the room, Zhang Xiuer could always find it in an instant.
However, now, looking at the chaotic mess of a room, Zhang Xiuer was extremely angry.
Perhaps, nothing could make Zhang Xiuer angrier than seeing the place she had painstakingly arranged being turned upside down.
Zhao Yang stood in the center of the room, his gaze sweeping around, trying to find some clues.
But after looking for a long time, he still hadn't found any suspicions.
Zhao Yang could never have dreamed that someone would pick the lock and rummage through just to collect some of his everyday items.
