"Thump, thump."
"Miss Yan, give me the dirty clothes you changed out of yesterday. I'll wash them for you."
Wang Dahai called out to the room.
"No need, I'll wash them later myself," Yan Jing's tranquil voice came from inside.
"All right then."
Wang Dahai didn't insist, he just wanted some contact with her.
Only with contact could something happen.
With such an introverted woman, one must take the initiative.
He tossed the clothes into the washing machine when suddenly his phone rang; it was a message from Liang Jiagia.
"Mr. Wang, what are you doing?"
"Washing clothes at home."
"Alone?"
Wang Dahai hesitated and then said, "There's another person."
"Then I'll come over to see you."
Wang Dahai thought he had made a mistake and checked; indeed, he had said there was someone else at home.
Why would she still want to come over?
Soon after, Liang Jiagia arrived: "Open the door."
