neatly folded clothes. Shirts were shirts, pants were pants, skirts were skirts, stacked one on top of the other, like a silent hint, or perhaps a satire.Her heart tightened, then tightened again. Sh..., then naturally, when giving it to someone else, it won't be smooth.With a stern face, Rong Ling handed the paper in her hand to Lin Meng."What!" Lin Meng, who had just finished washing the dishes le...