The pampered favorite of the household, Beauty, was lying there lazily having an extra meal, while Qian gnawed on fruit and supervised Xiaoqiang, and Xiaoqiang rolled up his sleeves and resigned himself to wiping.
"Vice President, what are you doing?" Someone coming home from work saw the scene and asked curiously.
There were also a few senior managers from the Yu Family who'd bought apartments in this complex, so they spotted him at a glance.
In winter it gets dark early, and the streetlights were already on. With Yu Minglang standing up on the windowsill like such a big target, it was hard not to notice him. At first glance he looked like a burglar sneaking around the house.
"Just getting some exercise, and cleaning while I'm at it. My wife's pregnant now, it's inconvenient for her to wipe the windows." Yu Minglang lied without even blinking.
