Old Qiao thought about it and realized he really hadn't washed her clothes in all these years, so her request wasn't too much.
"Alright, I'll wash them for you right now." He rolled up his sleeves and began to take the clothes from the basket into the basin.
"Thank you, honey," Han Wenying said gratefully, and also started picking up clothes.
Suddenly she picked up a pair of pink panties and frowned. "These aren't mine, how did they end up here?"
Deputy Chief Qiao glanced at the color and stopped looking at the small item, frowning. "Such a youthful color, it's either Shishi's or Dandan's, right?"
"It shouldn't be Dandan's. Dandan never likes light pink, it must be Shishi's."
