"Wife?"
Zhuo Hao called Shu Ya, Shu Ya came to absolute being.
Her eyes crossed Zhuo Hao and looked into the room. There was really no trace of a woman except Wang Zhenhe.
Is the wife of shop-owner wrong?
Shu Ya ignored him and pushed him straight into the room.
Wang Zhenhe is still sitting on the bed with a blank face and a white towel on his shoulder. It seems that Zhuo Hao should have been massaging him just now.
Looking around the room, there was really nothing for a woman. She looked under the bed again and found nothing but Wang Zhenhe's leather shoes and smelly socks.
Shu Ya suddenly began to doubt himself.
Is it really a misunderstanding?
Wife of shop-owner mistook someone?
Shu Ya accidentally glanced at something behind the door.
Zhuo Hao seemed to realize that Shu Ya n
