Feng Qingxue tidied up the dishes while casting a sidelong glance at him, speaking sternly, "Comrade Lu Jiang, given that your credibility is completely bankrupt, I've decided to judge your behavior based on your performance before ruling whether you're satisfactory."
Lu Jiang laughed heartily and reached out to take over the task from her hand, "Let me do it, let me do it, you take a break."
Seeing him being so diligent, Feng Qingxue didn't hesitate to let go.
Wearing cotton slippers, Lu Jiang went out and swiftly washed the dishes, then returned to the main room just in time to see his wife coming out of the bedroom. Though she was only wearing a plain old uniform, her black hair, snowy skin, bright eyes, and pearly teeth exuded a striking radiance that instantly lit up the entire room, outshining the brilliance of the night lamps.
Touching his old face, made particularly rough and dark by the fierce wind, Lu Jiang felt a bit regretful about not persisting with skincare.
