Qingjie was somewhat surprised, but she didn't give it much thought. Kus had always been enthusiastic and helpful, so she accepted his assistance.
"Since the young mistress said not to keep it, I can't hold onto it."
Hearing Pei Chenyang say so, she agreed.
"I still need to prepare breakfast, so I'll trouble you with this. You worked hard on the night shift last night. Go back and rest early when you're done."
"No problem."
Pei Chenyang took the bag Qingjie handed him, holding a bag of sheets and duvet covers as he walked out the door.
The Zhao Family's trash bin was quite far from the house, about a ten-minute walk.
Pei Chenyang had barely stepped out of the door when he paused in his tracks.
He looked down thoughtfully at the bedding.
Zhao Mengmeng wanted to throw it away?
He certainly didn't plan to accommodate her wishes!
Pei Chenyang's footsteps veered in a different direction. Holding the bag, he walked straight toward his own living quarters.