"Why do I have to wash the dishes?" Lin Yixun hated washing dishes the most.
"You ate the food I cooked, shouldn't you wash the dishes?"
Lin Yixun thought about it and realized the request wasn't unreasonable. She turned and started to clear the table with a sullen face, glaring at Leng Yixiu before heading into the kitchen.
A businessman is always a businessman, never changing their mercenary nature, never doing anything that wouldn't benefit them. A single meal, and he was this petty?
Leng Yixiu saw Lin Yixun's unwilling expression and couldn't help but feel amused. To him, that look was much more adorable compared to her recent indifference and aloofness.
After washing the dishes, Lin Yixun dried her slightly greasy hands and was about to go upstairs to rest when Leng Yixiu pulled her out of the villa, saying that an after-dinner walk was good for digestion.
