Knock knock knock, knock knock knock...
Chen Hao, who was in a dream, was suddenly awakened by the somewhat rough knocking on the door. He hurriedly climbed out of bed. But before he could put on his pants, the door was suddenly pushed open.
"Sister Xiu Ying, you..." Chen Hao covered the area between his legs, feeling very embarrassed.
"I'm your Sister Little Mann, you only remember my sister, huh?" Qidiao Xiaoman said discontentedly.
It was still the same situation. When the woman in front of him was from the Qidiao family, he always found it hard to distinguish who was Qidiao Xiu Ying and who was Qidiao Xiaoman. Faced with their identical faces, his chance of guessing the right identity was merely fifty percent.
"When did you come back?" Chen Hao felt very surprised.
"At dawn, the funeral is already over." Qidiao Xiaoman said.
