Chu Ge stood up from the sofa, walked to Wen Zaao, placed his hands on his hips, and looked at her tidying up as if he were a parent watching a child.
"You won't need this shower gel; do you not think it takes up space?" No matter how Chu Ge looked, he felt unsatisfied with the arrangement.
Wen Zaao was already a bit annoyed with Chu Ge and wanted to retort, but with Zhou Ang present, she held back and didn't speak.
Now Chu Ge was finding fault again, so she directly looked up and glared at him, snorting, "If you're so capable, why don't you help me pack?"
Chu Ge understood her intention, laughingly saying, "You should do your own tasks; your parents would have taught you these principles from a young age, right?"
He swore those words were spoken without malice.
But to Wen Zaao, they sounded different. Her expression changed instantly, her eyes glistening with tears, "You're wrong. My father never taught me anything since I was young!"
