An Ning kept rinsing under the showerhead.
She couldn't get pregnant now, after all, she still had a role to act in.
Nothing could be abandoned halfway, especially when it wasn't just about the salary, but the matter of a whole production.
She must quickly surpass An Xueqi, delivering her a powerful blow.
Yu Jingchen was looking at her as if he wanted to kill her, and An Ning didn't know why he was so angry.
"What's wrong?" she asked, puzzled.
Could it be that men always show this expression after doing such things?
"Been showering for a long time?" Yu Jingchen asked, observing her skin that had been scrubbed to a reddish hue.
An Ning hesitated. "Hmm, a bit long."
"Since you love bathing so much, why not take a few more showers," Yu Jingchen said, pulling her hand and dragging her forcefully back to the big bed.
Even if An Ning was slow to catch on, she understood what he really meant.
The next morning, Yu Jingchen got up and went downstairs while An Ning was still asleep.