Ben Lucas heard such an answer, his handsome face marked by his usual depth.
The shirts were hanging neatly in the wardrobe, clearly not kept aside as old clothes ready for washing.
Ben Lucas piercingly saw through Harrison Lucas's excuse, "Clothes for washing hanging in the wardrobe... Harrison Lucas, what kind of habit is this? Or are all the other clothes in the wardrobe ready for washing?"
Harrison Lucas felt a tingling at the scalp, thinking Ben Lucas's breath while he spoke near his ear was truly too itchy.
She instinctively shrunk her neck forward, explaining, "Because they're the clothes of the eldest young master, I put them in the wardrobe. If they were my own clothes for washing, I'd just toss them in the laundry basket."
