Luo Qiao watched him finish his work and then said, "Hurry up and take your clothes off, I'll wash them for you. You're getting messier by the day."
Lu Yichen teased with a smile, "If I'm messy, then others won't blame me but will say I married a lazy wife."
Luo Qiao reached out and gave him a punch, "Come on, stop joking."
Lu Yichen took off his clothes and handed them to Luo Qiao, then started to unfasten his belt, "Wash the pants as well; they must have picked up the smell of alcohol too."
Luo Qiao habitually rummaged through his clothes pockets but surprisingly found a bank card.
Luo Qiao frowned and looked at Lu Chen, "Whose card is this?"
Lu Yichen took it and looked at it, "Seems this outfit can't be washed yet. I need to step out for a bit; wait for me at home."
Luo Qiao held him back, "I'll go with you. You've been drinking, you definitely can't drive, and it's too late to hail a cab."
