Xu Haohao previously felt that having a boy live with them was ultimately somewhat inconvenient.
Xuan Ting's expression slightly changed, "Are you going to fire me? No, I want my salary."
Still thinking about the salary!
Xuan Ting restrained the smile on his handsome face and walked towards the balcony where clothes were hanging, suddenly reaching out for the clothes—
Xu Haohao blushed and shouted, "What are you doing..."
Xuan Ting's eyes suddenly sharpened, interrupting her sternly, "Shut up!"
The rough, calloused hand touched the clothes, and those slender, jade-like fingers deftly pinched and decisively took down a small black object, handing it to Xu Haohao, "Here."
Xu Haohao covered her mouth in shock, "This—"
Xuan Ting sneered, pinching the black object between his thumb and index finger, crushing it into shards in his palm.
"A listening device."
