"What are you going to do with this pile of clothes?" Song Yun changed the subject and looked at the clothes strewn on the ground.
"Uh, just shove them in later." Li Shishi shrugged nonchalantly. "To think you'd actually ask such a dumb question."
"Oh my, don't tell me that you just stuff clothes into the wardrobe at the courtyard home like this?" Song Yun couldn't dare to imagine the suffering his own wardrobe was enduring, not only having to work but also having such an owner.
"No... At home, I basically change one piece at a time, and the dirty clothes are taken away by the maid, washed, folded, and returned." Li Shishi said.
"You, you." Song Yun shook his head helplessly and began picking up clothes from the ground to tidy up. "Think about it, a wardrobe is like a person; it's full after eating, and you keep stuffing it. It's bound to spill out. You should learn to take care of yourself in the future."
