Ji Wei's expression trembled, and she bit her lip, unable to speak.
She had indeed overthought things.
Mo Qian carried the basin of water back to the bathroom, and Ji Wei's mood dampened a bit because of what he had just said.
The woman sat barefoot at the edge of the bed for a while before suddenly noticing the shopping bags on the sofa, all piled together, with a set of lingerie almost slipping out, revealing a leopard print bikini.
It must have been Old Xu who took the shopping bags out when he drove the car back, and Aunt Zhu brought them into the bedroom.
Ji Wei's face flushed with heat, and she hastily reached for the cotton slippers not far away, carefully put them on, and moved her feet slowly.
With the medication on her foot, it didn't hurt as much, as long as she walked slowly, it was okay.
