C118 I'm Lonely

Zhang Yuehong, who had just returned home, went to Mao Xiaojun's room the moment she entered the room.

The room was neat and tidy. The blanket was folded and the bedsheets were neat and tidy without any creases. The bathrobe was folded on the edge of the bed. It was clean and comfortable to look at.

She did not expect Mao Xiaojun to be so good at cleaning. When she was at Zhang Cuihua's house