Gu Lan walked in front, with Jiang Zhou like a silent shadow behind her.
"You stay here, don't move!"
At the door, Gu Lan stopped him, looking disdainful.
She pointed to the faucet in the courtyard.
"Go! Wash your hands and face! The oil is about to drip on the ground!"
Jiang Zhou looked at his hands, they were black.
He didn't say anything and walked straight to the faucet.
The icy water washed over him, and he scrubbed hard, as if to scrub off a layer of skin.
Gu Lan watched his wrists turn a bit red from the cold, she pouted and said nothing more.
Pushing open the door, an irresistible aroma of food greeted them.
In the living room, Dean Li and Professor Wang were chatting and laughing.
When they saw Jiang Zhou following Gu Lan, their voices paused.
Wang Guihua came out from the kitchen carrying a dish, seeing Jiang Zhou in his washed-out, oil-stained overalls, her eyebrows furrowed unconsciously.
"Sister-in-law, I brought the person," Gu Lan said sullenly.
