Gu Yan smiled embarrassedly and took a piece of tissue quickly to clean Manla’s delicate palm.

“You...How long haven’t you washed your hair?” Manla looked at Gu Yan plaintively and tried to forget her own greasy palm but failed. Finally, she ran to the toilet to wash hands.

Gu Yan also followed Manla to the toilet and leaned against the door while scratching her head. “Eh, let me think.” She tried hard to remember when she washed her hair last ...