Gong Zhuang thought finding clothes for himself would be the easiest task, but he didn't expect to encounter such a big problem.
After rummaging through the clothes for a long time, Gong Zhuang found that every piece had a smell, and upon closer inspection, there were all sorts of stains on them.
Clearly, these clothes haven't been washed. Good heavens.
Gong Zhuang was tempted to throw the clothes away, "Have these clothes even been washed?"
"Why are there spots all over them?"
"Mom, didn't you say my sister-in-law often washes Dad's clothes?"
"Why do they all have such a strong smell?"
Gong Zhuang leaned in to sniff the clothes but quickly drew back in disdain, "This smell, I don't even know how to judge it. Are these supposed to be clean clothes?"
If Gong Zhuang's initial reaction was subconscious, now it was definitely him acting, life is a stage after all, and Gong Ruini once again felt that Gong Zhuang's talent was truly wasted.
