Holding his tablet, Chen Ziqian, who was perusing the report with a casual air, finally raised his head towards the direction of the bathroom where Yun Shan was still shouting loudly, "Chen Ziqian, give me back my clothes."
"Just wait a few more minutes, I've phoned for a service worker to bring them," Chen Ziqian lowered his head again, seriously looking at the report.
Yun Shan had no choice but to wait dryly in the bathroom.
After a few minutes, a service worker knocked on the door. Without lifting his head, Chen Ziqian said, "Come in."
"Sir, your clothes, would you like them hung in the closet or folded?"
Chen Ziqian then lifted his head, and upon seeing it was the same service worker as yesterday, he couldn't help but smile with gentlemanly grace. "Take them to the bathroom, please. My girlfriend needs to change."
"Very well, sir."
