The old lady still wanted to chat with Bai Song and Bai Yue, which made Bai Xiao feel a bit uncomfortable, so she came back alone.
She saw An Zhiyuan standing at the door of the courtyard house, staring at her dumbfoundedly.
It was rare to see An Zhiyuan like this.
She reached to take the clothes off the clothesline, patted and shook them, and handed them to An Zhiyuan, "Here, I've washed them for you. You spilled liquor on them at noon, and I was worried your superiors would scold you when you went back, so I washed them while you were sleeping. They're dry now, put them on!"
An Zhiyuan took them, feeling warmed by the gesture. It seemed Bai Xiao wasn't heartless, at least she was nice to him.
He believed in reciprocity. As long as he treated Bai Xiao well, she wouldn't be unaware of it. One day, he hoped she would willingly marry him.
"Thank you!"
