Chiang Xiao shrugged her shoulders.
"Nothing that can be done."
Even if she doesnât look for trouble, trouble will find her.
This might just be her fate.
"When will Officer Meng be back?" Ding Haijing asked again.
Chiang Xiao looked at him, "Whatâs up?"
"I want to talk with him."
This guy wouldnât be planning to report her, right?
Although Chiang Xiao thought this, she wasnât bothered. Meng Tyrant knew about her dislike for Deng Qingjiang and Chen Kaijin. Of course, as long as he doesnât ask why she dislikes Deng Qingjiang so much, itâs fine.
After all, given the situation, her dislike for Deng Qingjiang shouldnât be to this extent. At most, sheâd ignore him and not allow him to cling to her. How could she possibly go out of her way to create trouble for him?
With Chiang Xiaoâs personality, itâs always been, "If people donât offend me, I wonât offend others." So if she actively approaches like this, there must be some problem.
Fortunately, Meng Tyrant no longer questions her about these suspicious points.
"He might not be able to come out until tomorrow."
However, to Chiang Xiaoâs surprise, just as she finished speaking, the door was pushed open.
Because Ding Haijing and the others were around, her courtyard door wasnât locked, just slightly ajar.
As the door opened, Meng Xinianâs voice came through, "Talking about me?"
Chiang Xiao immediately jumped up and rushed toward the door.
"Tyrant Meng!"
How did he get back?
Isnât it not time yet?
Besides, shouldnât he return to the camp in Anbu Town first after coming out of the Enclosed Camp?
Meng Xinianâs face darkened. He put down the bag he was carrying and reached out to catch Chiang Little who was rushing into his arms, "Whatâs with the name calling?"
"Just calling you Tyrant Meng, so what?" Chiang Xiao lifted her head from his arms and blinked, then wrinkled her nose before jumping out, pinching her nose, "Whatâs that smell on you? Have you gone sour?"
Gone sour?
Is he food?
Meng Xinianâs face darkened again.
"Chiang Xiaoxiao, I rushed back to find you as soon as I came out of the Enclosed Camp, and itâs just that these clothes havenât been washed for two days. Iâve washed myself."
In the Enclosed Camp, they were seizing every moment to train hard. Everyone brought a few sets of clothes, changed without washing, and waited until they got out to wash them.
He thought this set was still clean enough, wore it again after taking a shower, who knew as soon as he stepped outside, the wind would blow, and he could smell it himself.
But it shouldnât be that bad, right?
To the point of being despised like this?
"While training, your sweat could soak through your clothes, two days unwashed..." Chiang Xiao chuckled, "Was there anyone sitting next to you on the way back?"
"...No."
Meng Xinian gritted his teeth, reaching out to pinch her cheek. "Little wife, wonât you help wash your manâs clothes?" He pointed to the bag on the ground.
Inside were even filthier clothes.
Chiang Xiao looked at his tired face with a hint of gray. She immediately bent down to grab the bag, "Iâll wash them. You take this set off, and Iâll wash them all together."
Meng Xinian blocked her hand and picked up the bag himself.
"Silly, do you think Iâd really let you wash filthy clothes?"
If he had the time, heâd want to wash her clothes as well, how could he let her wash such smelly clothes.
Those delicate, fair hands of hers should be for painting, not washing filthy clothes.
"Ahem."
Ding Haijing and the other two had been standing by the side watching for quite a while, being ignored.