After dinner, Zeng Xiaoqian began to prepare the bed. Just as Li Qing had extra bedding in his room, he brought him a set of past bedding.

Minghui, who was watching the small building next door, saw Li Qing giving Zeng a small sum of money with his own bedclothes. He immediately raised an objection and had to go down and pick up the bedclothes he had used.

"Minghui, you go down and join Minghao. I'll take care of the things here." Li Qing has a straight face.

"But miss, that mattress is what you used to use..." Half of Minghui's words were interrupted by Li Qing's glare. When he...