He didn't have to say it, but the moment he said it, Xia Xiaoxiao's face went from pale to rosy, becoming redder and redder by the second …
He gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice, "You old scoundrel."
"What's going on?" Jiang Lei, who was busy packing her luggage, saw that the two suddenly stopped moving, and looked up to see Xia Xiaoling, whose expression was a bit off. She felt a little curious. "Xiao Wen, what happened to you?"
"I'm fine, I'm fine!" Xia Xiaoling touched her burning face and felt the awkward situation she was in. She quickly ran into the washroom to wash her face before coming out. She did her best to calm down. "Let me help you clean up."
"Sure." Jiang Lei handed her the clothes and indicated for her to hang them in the closet.
The two of them busied themselves for a while and soon packed up.