She said that doing this made them look like a family.
Xing Chen had no objections. Instead, from then on, whenever he picked up his clothes, he would glance at the colorful dresses on one side and subconsciously guess what color dress she would wear today.
Then think about what color shirt he should wear that she would like.
Over time, Xing Chen discovered that whenever he wore a white shirt, the way she looked at him was always filled with admiration and amazement...
So, his wardrobe only had white shirts.
Not for anything else, maybe just to make her smile.
But what's going on today?
Was she angry with him, and moved all her clothes?
Thinking about it, it did seem possible. Xing Chen didn't doubt much, just casually picked a snow-white shirt to wear.
Downstairs, he found only one serving of breakfast on the table, so he couldn't help but ask, "Where is Xiangsi?"
"Young Madam…" The servant instinctively started, but quickly corrected, "Miss Ran hasn't come back yet."
