With a hint of excitement, Zhang Xiaomeng looked forward to the complete relaxation Murong Fenghua would have after her divorce.
By then, unshackled by moral constraints, perhaps this peerless beauty would let loose even more, and he was certain to be blessed with good fortune.
After seeing off Murong Fenghua, Zhang Xiaomeng hummed a little tune while he began cleaning up the house.
His mother had died early, so the task of cleaning had always fallen to him and his father, Zhang Guang.
Although his father, Zhang Guang, was also diligent, he was, after all, a man who didn't pay much attention to cleanliness.
So, while the house appeared tidy on the surface, dust lurked in every corner and crevice.
There were even cobwebs in some corners of the walls.
Originally, Zhang Xiaomeng didn't mind, but as his popularity with women grew, and more and more women came to visit him,
these little issues started to make him feel somewhat embarrassed.
