After breakfast, Pei Ziheng hopped off the stool and prepared to return to his room as usual, when he had barely taken two steps before he heard the wicked woman calling him.
"Put on some clean clothes, we're going out in a bit."
Pei Ziheng stopped in his tracks and turned around, "I can't dress myself."
Shen Mingzhu teased, "You can't dress yourself, yet you can sneakily open my safe?"
Pei Ziheng: "..."
Seeing her stepson puff up like a pufferfish, Shen Mingzhu chuckled, "I'll help you find some clothes after I finish eating."
Pei Ziheng sat on the bed, watching the wicked woman rummage through the wardrobe, filled with confusion.
Of course he knew how to dress himself, saying otherwise was just a test, curious about the wicked woman's reaction, yet she was actually going to help him change.
Pei Ziheng had quite a lot of clothes, the double-door standing wardrobe was crammed full, but there weren't many he could wear.
