Getting Angry

After dinner, Ji Fengmian and Ji Qing cleaned up in the dining room.

Although there were two of them, Ji Qing was the only one busy.

Although Ji Fengmian had stayed in the orphanage before and his childhood didn't sound good, it wasn't her turn to do laundry, cook, chop wood and start a fire.

After leaving the orphanage, it would be even more impossible for her to do such a thing.

Her hands were soft and beautiful, and her fingers were slender and fair.

Standing by the sink with Ji Qing, the most he could do was help her wash the dishes.

She even looked like she had done a good job. It would be rude not to praise her.

Ji Qing didn't say much.

Ever since she got together with Chu Boyang, Ji Qing had stopped talking.

While washing the dishes with Ji Fengmian, Ji Qing felt a little tormented.

When she finally washed the last plate, she heaved a sigh of relief and hurriedly said,