Nolan stood at the door, “How much wet?”
“It’s all wet and can’t be worn.”
He didn’t dismantle this kind of childish revenge of the little woman, instead he put it on a little arc and said in a constant tone, “Okay, you take a bath and I’ll prepare breakfast.”
She didn’t speak, and there was the sound of shower water in the bathroom.
Nolan turned around and walked to the living room. He found the mobile phone that had fallen on the sofa last night and picked it up. He made a call and spoke lightly after the call. “Bring me a set of clothes, address No. 10 Mingdi, 709. ”
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