She is not a child, of course she knows what it is.
The thought that Zhuo Hao might do that with other women in her car made her sick.
The last time I found a woman's underwear on a work car, this time I left this kind of thing behind. I really don't know if Zhuo Hao did it on purpose.
"Husband, did you lend your car to someone else today?"
"Lao Huang borrowed it in the morning."
Zhuo Hao replied casually, and then seemed to think it was strange for Shu Ya to ask this question. "What's wrong with my wife?"
"There is something under the car seat, is it phlegm?"
Kinsley was in the car, Shu Ya's words were obscure, but Zhuo Hao's expression was very subtle and looked a little nervous.
"This old Huang is like this every time he borrows a car, and he will never lend it to him again."
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