Jiang Ning had wanted to laugh, but upon closer consideration, he realized she was actually quite right.
Only, he had acted as a tool.
He sat on the sofa and turned on the TV, even the remote control had been wiped down by Xue Yuantong with a damp cloth, showing how much she liked cleanliness.
Xue Yuantong came over, the sofa was L-shaped, and she picked the longer section, curling up comfortably.
She had never sat on such a sofa; it was like a bed, and she could sleep on it.
It was noon, and the afternoon sunlight was blocked by the curtains, the air conditioner in the living room produced cool air, and with the soft, cushy sofa, Xue Yuantong planned to take a short nap.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
Jiang Ning used his Divine Sense and saw Yang Sheng and Tang Fu outside.
He had intended to wave his hand lightly and use his Spiritual Power to open the door but worried that Xue Yuantong might freak out.
So he personally went to open the door.
