As Zhao Tiezhu was tidying up his clothes, Shao Lan, who was standing by, watched his robust body and felt quite emotional.
But fortunately, her efforts were worthwhile.
Of course, Shao Lan did not need to know these things.
Only after Zhao Tiezhu had put on his clothes did Shao Lan begin to clean up the mess at the scene.
While tidying up, Shao Lan contemplated how to speak with Zhao Tiezhu later, how to convince him to take her with him when he left.
Whether conquered or not, none of that mattered now; at this moment, Shao Lan only wished to follow Zhao Tiezhu and become his assistant.
But right now, Zhao Tiezhu, having dressed himself, was busy clearing the disorder on the couch.
Shao Lan, with her keen observation, did not speak out to disturb Zhao Tiezhu.
After a good while, Zhao Tiezhu finally finished cleaning the traces on the couch, and when Shao Lan saw that he was done, she immediately put on a pitiable expression.
"Leader, um..."