Wenren Meng came over and picked up Mr. Yang's clothes, including his underwear. The masculine scent lingered around her, and she immediately felt her cheeks flush. This wasn't the first time she had washed Yang Hui's underwear, but she couldn't help but blush every time.
Wenren Du'Er's bedroom door suddenly slid open. "Auntie, I want some honey citron tea."
The sudden noise startled Wenren Meng, who was lost in her thoughts. Her hand trembled, and something fell out of Yang Hui's jacket pocket.
"What's this—" Wenren Du'Er bent down and picked it up.
First was a receipt. Picking it up, she saw it was a check-in slip from Xinyue Hotel, which listed the room number, a QR code, the Wi-Fi password, and other details.
"Auntie, looks like Dad got a hotel room with someone today," Wenren Du'Er, wise beyond her years, whispered to Wenren Meng.
Then Wenren Meng looked at the ID card in her hand—Yang Bing. 'Hmm, she really is a beauty,' she thought.
