Bai Wuxin was doing laundry in his room, washing clothes by hand.
He didn't like using washing machine; he felt clothes were the items closest to him, tenderly enveloping him, and he ought to treat them gently in return.
Xiao Lang came in with chestnuts, saying, "Brother Wuxin, were the chestnuts you bought returned by someone?"
"The chestnuts I bought?" Bai Wuxin's gaze fell on the big bag of candied chestnuts and he asked, "Was it a guy in white clothes who delivered them?"
He knew Tang Fei was tracking him, and he didn't care at all.
His social identity was just that of an orphan from the orphanage, there was nothing disgraceful about that.
Even the Welfare Assurance Bureau had it on record, able to withstand anyone's scrutiny.
"Yes. He said he was the chestnut seller, stuffed the chestnuts into my hands, and then ran off... but I really don't think he looked like someone who sells roasted chestnuts."
