Undeniably, Tang Rou's home was the epitome of wealth and grandeur. The villa's interior decoration, the sofa, vases, and even the classical sandalwood table, were all top-class, implying the residents had exquisite taste.
When Lin Feng entered the living room, Tang Rou examined him closely and expressed her concern. "Lin Feng, your clothes are wet. How about I wash them for you? You might catch a cold otherwise."
"There's no need. They'd still be wet after washing anyway..." Lin Feng actually wanted to say: If I take them off for you to wash, what will I wear? Surely not your clothes?
Returning from her room, Tang Rou handed Lin Feng a plaid t-shirt. "This is my dad's shirt. You can wear this while I wash and dry your clothes. It'll only take a little while."
Accepting the shirt, Lin Feng hesitated. "Really? Take them off?"
