Chapter 8

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"Who the hell is that psycho?" Ken said as he tried to take off Fang's underwear. Although he should have been used to such things, Fang felt embarrassed. He hurriedly grabbed a blanket and wrapped himself around refusing to allow Ken to take off his underwear

"You want to take off my underwear because you want to see my stuff, right?" Fang knew what Ken was like. So he said this, which had an effect. Ken immediately froze before flicking the hand that was about to pull the blanket off.

"Who wants to see your stuff? It's better to be blind than seeing you," Ken said aloud. Fang was immediately relieved that he was able to prevent Ken from taking off his underwear.

"Take medicine and hurry up and get dressed. Come in front of the house now. I'll give you 10 minutes," Finished speaking, Ken immediately walked out of the room. Fang let out a small sigh of relief before hurrying to apply the medicine. Then put on his pants to go to Ken as he had been ordered.

Ken stood stressed, in front of the house. There was something in his heart that made him contemplate hard and hesitate whether he was right or wrong to abduct Fang and imprison him in his villa. Ken did not plan to bring Fang here for a very long time. He only wanted to take revenge on Fang for hurting his brother.

"What do you want me to do?" Fang asked as he walked towards Ken who was waiting. Ken picked up a broom, rag, mop, and water bucket and placed them on the ground in front of Fang. Fang stared blankly at everything.

"You have to clean this house every day. Do not let even a little bit of dust in the house. And do the laundry for me," Ken ordered. He thought that someone like Fang would be habituated to convenience and definitely not used to working at home. But Ken forgot to think that Fang was able to cook food and make him eat. So other things shouldn't be a problem.

"Why do I feel like I'm Cinderella?" Fang quipped back.

"Huh, You hope to meet a prince? Dream on, there's no prince in this world for you. And you're not a heroine or a princess," Ken said in disdain. Fang stared at Ken in repugnance before taking a deep breath.

"Okay, if you want me to do the housework, I will do it, but let me ask you. What do I get? Are you going to deduct some of my debt? " Fang immediately asked back. Ken lifted a slight smile from the corners of his mouth.

"Huh, money is a no-brainer," Ken said sarcastically with a haughty look on his face.

"Yes, I'm a money-hungry person," Fang also said sarcastically.

"Fine, I will adjust it to your debt, but now you can go do your chores," Ken said and walked back into the house, and headed up to his bedroom. Fang looked behind him with slightly darkened eyes. Every time he had to argue with Ken, Fang felt more tired and an unspeakable pain in his chest.

"Enough, stop thinking and start doing housework," Fang lightly patted his face. Then pick up the cleaning supplies to go do the housework as Ken ordered. In fact, this house was not very dirty. Fang even felt that the house was clean, but he cleaned it up anyway. He didn't want Ken to look down on what he couldn't do. Fang came to stand in front of the room on the second floor. he was sure that it must be Ken's room. Fang was hesitant to enter. Do I have to go clean Ken's bedroom too?

🚪 Knock!! knock!!

Although he was debating in his mind, his hand went to knock on the door as if it had a mind of its own. Not long after, Ken opened the door with a calm expression on his face.

"What is it?" Ken asked, sounding a little stern.

"Will you let me clean your room?" Fang asked. Ken turned to look at his room slightly.

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