When Wang Xia finished tidying up and came out of the bedroom, the living room had already returned to calm, with only an overturned table.
Wang Xia glanced at the tightly closed door opposite and sighed silently.
Jia Chenggang had already dressed. Seeing Wang Xia's worried face once again entering the room, he was buttoning his shirt and asked, "What's wrong? Is it Little Hai?"
Wang Xia didn't answer his question but went into the bathroom to wash up.
Jia Chenggang followed her to the bathroom, seeing the fatigue on her face, he wrapped his big arms around her, "Why don't you quit your job? Even if I'm not that capable, Jia Chenggang can still support you and Little Hai."
Wang Xia shook her head, "No need, I'm just not well-rested. Besides, I worked hard to find this job, and I don't want to give it up. With this job, it's enough for me and Little Hai's living expenses."
