Li Jian furrowed his brow, his face darkened, and turned his head to scold, "Where did your thoughts go astray?"
"Your worldview is skewed. Don't talk nonsense here."
"I'm just speaking the honest truth. Being single can sometimes be more carefree than being caged in marriage."
"People say marriage is the grave of love."
Wan mumbled, his voice growing smaller and smaller.
As they spoke, the four pushed open the other side of the master bedroom's closet, revealing an array of summer clothes, mostly T-shirts and long sleeves.
Li Jian shone a flashlight, the beam like a spotlight on a stage, sweeping over each piece of clothing inch by inch.
Jiang An, Zhang Yean, and Wan stood as if immobilized, their eyes following the beam closely, not missing a single detail.
To see more clearly, they pulled out each piece, their eyes widened like copper bells, focusing especially on the front and back of the clothes.
"Found it!"
