At first, Gao Yijun was very satisfied. A daughter-in-law must be industrious; even though there were maids in the house, the significance of doing chores by hand was absolutely different.
"Where's Shen?" he casually asked, then suddenly remembered something. His expression changed dramatically, and he frantically searched his pockets.
But he was wearing the thermal underwear from under yesterday's coat—where would there be pockets?
So he asked, shivering, "Yuqiu, did you wash my suit too?"
"Oh!" Bai Yuqiu replied respectfully, "You and Gao Shen drank too much last night and vomited on your clothes. I've washed them clean for you..."
Gao Yijun shivered even more. "There was a recording pen in my jacket pocket. Did you see it?"
Bai Yuqiu froze, her expression turning very strange.
"Dad, I didn't expect you to keep things in your pockets... Aren't you usually so careful about keeping your suit crisp that you always put miscellaneous items in your briefcase?"
