When Wang Chen entered, Li Qian was wiping down the table beside the wooden bed with a rag.
She must have been there for a while, for the previously messy bedding and the cluttered table were both now neatly and cleanly arranged.
Seeing this scene, Wang Chen couldn't help but sigh to himself.
No matter what kind of family, the difference between having a woman and not having one is quite significant.
Although this was just a temporary place to stay, after Li Qian's cleaning and tidying, it also had gained a bit of the feeling of a home.
Sometimes, when you think about it, there is actually a great difference between a home and a house.
For Wang Chen, whether it was here or at the clinic, they could only be called houses.
Because in these two dwellings, there was no trace of domesticity, nor any sense of warmth.
Yet unexpectedly, with the addition of a woman, all these things underwent a great change.
