Chapter 168

The strong, muscular man was repairing furniture, sweat dripping down his skin, but he remained completely focused on the tools in front of him.

A plump married woman stood beside him, her eyes fixed on him.

This damn familiar scene… Shirakawa Natsumi pouted, as if she had triggered some strange mechanism again.

But this absolutely cannot continue.

Shirakawa Natsu secretly took out her phone and sent a pre-edited message to a number.

Yu Mukai hung the clock up and wiped the fine sweat from his forehead: “It’s fixed.”

Hojo Maki was taken aback for a moment before she came to…