The items were indeed thrown by her, but...
"You used to be the one who tidied up the bedding and the room." This is the consequence of occupying someone else's memory, Jia Xitong naturally looked at him.
Is folding the bedding enough?
No.
An ordinary day for Shang Yanting was:
Getting up in the morning to tidy the room, preparing clothes for Jia Xitong, styling her hair beautifully, making nutritious breakfast for Jia Xitong, for Jia Xitong...
Snap.
The original Shang Yanting tossed the wooden comb in his hand onto the dressing table, suppressing his anger, "Can't you do it yourself?"
"You're so fierce."
Jia Xitong started to pout, "Don't you love me anymore, you've been particularly fierce since last night..."
"Fierce? Why be fierce? Does he want to spoil you into a useless person?"
"Who?"
Jia Xitong looked at him.
Wasn't he the one who took care of everything for her?
"It's nothing."
