"One set is enough. I don't need so many." Yang Shuting said.

 

"Yes, as long as you like it." Wen Yuhang nodded.

 

Yang Shuting didn't say anything, went to the balcony to collect clothes, and took a look downstairs. On a lonely night, there were no pedestrians, only vehicles parked nearby, and the lights were dim.

 

Back in the room, she saw Wen Yuhang leaning against the bed and talking on the phone. She kept silent, took her pajamas, took a hot bath when she went into the bathroom,

 

These days, she has thought many things, thinking about them even when she goes to work.

 

She found that her troubles...