"You don't know how to wash clothes?" Luo Ziling looked at Ouyang Huihui as if she were an alien visitor, "You're joking, right? You are a woman!"
With her face turning red, Ouyang Huihui felt annoyed: "What's so strange about that? My sister doesn't know how to do it either!"
"Then who washes the clothes you wear usually?" Luo Ziling asked curiously: "Don't tell me your mom helps you wash them?"
"My mom died a long time ago," Ouyang Huihui became melancholy, "She passed away when I was ten!"
"Ah, sorry, I didn't know," Luo Ziling immediately felt embarrassed, "Then who washes your clothes?"
"The maids we hire at home," Ouyang Huihui looked at Luo Ziling strangely: "For a family like ours, it would be odd to wash our own clothes."
"Okay, I don't understand the world of the wealthy," Luo Ziling didn't argue with Ouyang Huihui about this, but asked out of curiosity, "So what are you planning to do? Just rinse them briefly and dry them to wear again?"