As a result, both of them didn't get up until twelve noon.
Seeing the room in total disarray, Fang Pingying gave him a glare, got out of bed to boil a pot of water in the kitchen, planning to take a bath before going out, otherwise she would feel sticky and extremely uncomfortable.
Now that Luo Zhiyong had returned, Fang Pingying's days in the big courtyard became more extended.
Fang Pingying also rarely had any free time to relax, and although she sometimes felt bored, it was much better compared to when she first came to the military base.
Back then, because the couple had nothing, she felt it was a waste of time doing nothing at home.
But now, with their shop up and running and Uncle Zeng's profits being shared, it felt like money was coming in even while she sat at home, such boredom was simply enjoying life.
She felt at ease staying at home.
