"You should wear more than just these two pieces of clothing, right? Did Wan Chu'er forget again?"
Jiang Kechu looked at the T-shirt and trousers in his hand, hesitating for a moment, wondering whether he should find her two more pieces of clothing.
Inside the restroom, Wan Chu'er felt anxious, muttering to herself: "Jiang Kechu, don't you dare make decisions for me." After estimating the time for a while, she raised her voice and shouted, "Uncle Jiang, are the T-shirt and trousers ready?"
She had already given such a clear hint, you better not mess around, old man.
Hearing Wan Chu'er's shout, Jiang Kechu raised an eyebrow, holding the T-shirt and trousers he walked to the restroom door, "Got them, just open a crack in the door."
Wan Chu'er took a deep breath, covered herself slightly with a towel, and then cracked open the door just enough to quickly grab the clothes from Jiang Kechu's hands before closing the door tight once more.
