Zhang Hao had a good plan in mind, but things didn't unfold as he had imagined.
More than ten minutes later, the sound of running water inside finally stopped.
Faintly, he could still hear He Qianhui humming a tune.
Zhang Hao knocked on the door again, "Xiao Xiaohui, I was wrong about the situation tonight." I'll never do it again, okay? If it comes to that, I'll even write you a guarantee."
Not long after he finished speaking, the door actually opened.
He looked at He Qianhui's flushed face, her body wrapped only in a white bath towel.
"If I don't show you some color, you'll never know who's in charge in this house."
The bathroom was filled with the scent of shower gel and steam.
Zhang Hao couldn't care less at that moment.
He hurried to the toilet, opened the gate to flush, and after relieving himself, he finally felt comfortable.
Holding onto his stuff, he gave it a shake.
