In cold weather, taking a shower before sleeping was the most comfortable thing.
As Qiao Jiusheng showered, she thought about the matter in a daze. When does this family have such a ridiculous rule like door access? Why do I have no knowledge of it?
When she came out of the shower, she heard the Buddhist song on the radio again.
Qiao Jiusheng directly covered the radio with the towel on her head, but this could not cover the sound inside. She turned around and pulled a long face. Seeing Fang Yusheng with a book in his hand, Qiao Jiusheng sneered. She thought: This man really likes to posture. How can a blind person read!
From his posture, Fang Yusheng really looked like a noble and elegant handsome young master.
"Can I turn off this radio? I hear it every day, and my brain is about to explode." Qiao Jiusheng tried to communicate with Fang Yusheng again.