I was surprised to find that Xu Yimo was really good at folding clothes, neatly folded, as if a little obsessive-compulsive disorder, not bad from what I saw at the clothing counter.
Even knowing what texture can be stacked and what texture cannot be stacked, the meticulousness makes Veronica a female shame.
Xu Yimo freed up half of his own space, and Veronica couldn’t use it up. After finishing packing, Xu Yimo frowned and looked at Veronica’s clothes.
Veronica took a closer look again, and it was Xu Yimo’s hanging on himself. There should be no problem.
“Is there something wrong?”
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