Bai Yiran searched in circles but didn't find her clothes, so she came out wrapped in a blanket and demanded, "Zheng Yunhao, are you poisoned or something? Hand over my clothes!"
After finishing his porridge, Zheng Yunhao gave a faint smile, "I've sent the clothes for dry cleaning, forgot to tell you."
Bai Yiran's chest heaved violently a few times before she turned and entered the bedroom again.
Hmph, if her clothes were gone, they were gone, but Zheng Yunhao's clothes should always be there, right?
However, when she opened the wardrobe, it was completely empty!
"Zheng Yunhao!"
Zheng Yunhao appeared at the door unhurriedly, "What's wrong?"
"Where are your clothes?"
"I just said, sent for dry cleaning."
Bai Yiran laughed angrily, "You think I believe your nonsense?"
"You can choose not to."
