Song Fengwan had to attend evening self-study. She called Fu Chen and hurried back to her dorm room.
Hu Xinyue was drying clothes. "Wanwan, I helped you hand wash your military training clothes. They'll dry overnight."
At the start of the class meeting, they had heard from the senior that if they didn't wash their clothes, the color of the clothes would fade. The two of them had already planned to wash their clothes. Now that the weather was hot, the clothes would dry after a bit of air drying.
After eating with Qiao Xiyan, she had been so focused on chatting with Fu Chen that she forgot about this matter.
"Thank you." Song Fengwan was quite embarrassed by her enthusiasm. The quality of the military training clothes wasn't good, so it was difficult to knead them.