Song Yansheng smiled faintly and said, "Alright, you can clean it yourself!"
Then he straightened up and gently rubbed her hair, saying, "Remember, make sure it's clean!"
Shi Nuan: "..."
What does it mean to be clean?!
Song Yansheng soon returned to his seat, maintaining his good manners and quietly continued to dine.
Sitting opposite him, Shi Nuan lightly bit her lip, restraining the slight anger in her heart, and continued eating.
The meal continued and ended without incident, and after dinner, Shi Nuan prepared to go upstairs.
There were still things leftover from last night that she needed to tidy up. After explaining to Song Yansheng, he nodded and said, "Go ahead. If you need any help, feel free to call me or Aunt Hui!"
Shi Nuan nodded and quickly headed upstairs. The man downstairs didn't move, and the delicate figure had disappeared from his sight.
