The moment Wang Jiale walked in, she saw two pairs of shoes by the entryway. To her surprise, one was a pair of men's casual shoes!!!
The scattered sofa cushions, a uniform, and wet spots on the floor made Wang Jiale frown.
'This can't be right. Mom's not the messy type!'
Wang Jiale took a few steps forward. Just as she was about to pick up a cushion from the floor, she heard a faint noise.
Clutching the cushion, Wang Jiale stood still and listened carefully for a moment. Her expression grew complicated.
While she may not have had firsthand experience, she'd seen plenty. From secretly watching certain movies with her roommates at school to occasionally walking in on her father and stepmother's "evening exercises," Wang Jiale's theoretical knowledge was, suffice it to say, extensive.
