After speaking, Chen's mother had no choice but to go downstairs.
Si Ye and Chen Zhi looked at each other and had to slink into the room to clean up the mess.
The command of the mother was law, and they had to obey, whether they wanted to or not.
Si Ye didn't know where to start, picked up a skirt to look at it, and casually threw it on the bed.
Forcing a grown man like him to clean the bedroom really was a blow to his pride. Besides, he disliked such menial tasks; these were things that servants should be doing.
But since his mother wouldn't allow him to get help from the servants, he planned to dump all the work on Chen Zhi.
Massaging his temples, Si Ye made a pained face and said, "Honey, these are all your things; I really don't know how to sort them out. You do it."
Chen Zhi was picking up shoes off the floor and immediately objected when she heard this, "Who says these are all my stuff? Some of it is yours too, you know."
"Where?"
