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Then, in front of everyone, watched by the three of them, she walked into the bathroom.
Zhao Chungang and Li Meihai couldn't understand what Zhao Xinlian was up to.
Was she going to use the bathroom?
They certainly didn't recall raising a daughter who used the toilet without closing the door.
Next, they heard the sound of the faucet being turned on and the gushing of water.
A few minutes later, Zhao Xinlian emerged, balancing a wash basin in her hands, with a towel draped over her shoulder, coming out of the bathroom.
"Xinlian! You, you couldn't possibly be thinking of!" Zhao Chungang's mind raced with an unpleasant thought.
Zhao Xinlian didn't answer, and she was too embarrassed to respond.
This was something she was used to Chen Wei doing for her, not something she had grown accustomed to doing for Chen Wei.
She was even less accustomed to doing it in front of Zhao Chungang and Li Meihai.
