Yang Fan chuckled softly, "Your explanation is barely acceptable."
"But you know, it feels terrible to be used. When you first came in, I was actually touched for a moment, only for Ex-husband to barge in as soon as you put down that lunchbox. That's when I realized something was off."
"I'll wash your clothes for another month!" Bai Mengzhu bit her lip, adding to the conditions.
After all, she was adept at seizing opportunities to play her schemes, seemingly knowing that all dissatisfaction stemmed from unmet interests.
She added the condition without even a frown.
Yang Fan watched Bai Mengzhu with amusement, "Your Ex-husband just left with a grudge. If nothing unexpected happens, I might face a series of targeted incidents such as being hit with a club, splashed with paint, or having manure dumped in front of my door."
