"I'm off to take a bath."
"Okay."
The bedroom door swung open and closed, leaving Shi Koufan alone in the room.
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After Qi Ming left, Wen Qiao closed the door, spun around to check the outside of her luggage, then opened it to inspect the contents inside. Seeing that everything was just as Jiang Yao had packed for her that morning, she felt at ease.
She pulled out her skincare and toiletry items, cradling them as she entered the bathroom.
On the mobile phone propped up on the washbasin, the screen displayed a man with his eyes idly cast down.
"Where was I just now?"
Fu Jinghen, video-calling from the other end, leaned back in his chair, lazily flipping through a book. Without lifting his eyelids, he repeated the ramblings Wen Qiao had been going on about before she left: "You said, Qi Ming was so kind as to help you wash the dishes, insisting you go upstairs to bathe, but he used too much detergent, and you suspected he was trying to poison you."
