Li Xingwan glanced over at Fu Chengzhou's trim waist. He had just been admiring her blow-drying her hair, and now he was leaning there, making a phone call.
He was dealing with some overseas matters. The microphone on his body had also been taken off. Nobody could hear what he was talking about.
She hadn't even noticed whether he changed it every day over these three days.
And things like belts, they probably don't need to be changed every day, right? Li Xingwan didn't know he had a tendency for cleanliness, so she only packed two for him.
The clothes he would wear inside...
Li Xingwan glanced in the direction of the live stream. She quickly turned around, took out a small bag, and stuffed all the underwear from the drawer into it in one fell swoop.
"What is Li Xingwan doing?"
"Why did she suddenly turn her back on us?"
"Does it feel like she's packing some secret clothes?"
