Su Li vaguely feels that Feng Huaijin, this old father, is about to start worrying again; he now thinks young boys shouldn't come near the Feng Family.
Really, it must be hard for him.
Feng Yi didn't wait for Ning Yan to answer, and wearing soft slippers, she went back to her room, took out a paper bag containing clothes, and handed it to him.
"I washed them."
Ning Yan stared tightly at the paper bag, making it hard for anyone to see what he was really thinking.
Feng Yi added, "Washed by the machine, but I'm the one who threw them in, so it counts as me washing them."
Ning Yan withdrew his gaze from the paper bag, his voice still somewhat tender: "No need, just throw it away."
It was rare for Ning Yan to add, "You took my clothes and wandered around outside for too long; there might be germs on them, they can't be taken back into the research institute."
Su Li felt that Feng Huaijin was about to erupt in anger, about to lose his temper.
