Wang Cuihua felt uneasy under Zhang Xiaowei's intense gaze.
She could read his intentions from the look in his eyes.
The two of them, who had just been flushed and embarrassed, were now staring at each other. Even Wang Cuihua, who had always wanted to get together with Zhang Xiaowei, found it awkward.
No, in the current situation, even if he could win over Sister Cuihua, it would just be embarrassingly awkward to death.
Zhang Xiaowei thought to himself and immediately discarded the thought.
"Xiaowei, why are you staring at me like that?"
Wang Cuihua's face slowly turned a shade redder, her breathing became ragged, and with a nervous twist of her head, she asked.
"Sister Cuihua, you said you would find another house for Xiaoli, why don't you find another house for yourself?"
Wang Cuihua, who was eagerly anticipating Zhang Xiaowei's next move, almost choked on her own spit upon hearing this question.
"It's not that I don't want to find one, but I need to wait a few days."
