---- Chapter 1 "These clothes won't be easy to clean. Look at them. They're all covered in oil stains. How can a young woman like you be so messy? And look at this pair of pants! It's full of holes. I'd have to patch them all up. You young people are always so careless. If we don't help you guys patch your clothes, you'll end up walking around with your butt exposed!" Despite being in the middle of responding to my messages, after hearing that long rant, I had to stop what I was doing and stare incredulously at the woman operating the laundromat. I was a regular at Tom's Laundromat. It was conveniently located near my place, and the price was fair. I spent all my time at home drawing and rushing to meet my deadlines. Since I was constantly ---- preoccupied with work, I usually got all of my laundry done here, save for my intimates. Who would've thought that a simple errand that I usually managed to get done without any hassle or stress would result in a lecture today? Narrowing my eyes, I studied the face of the old woman with graying hair before me. I was just about to speak when she started talking again. "My son has gone back to his hometown to propose marriage, so I'm running the place on his behalf. The market rate for dry cleaning is 55 dollars per article of clothing. I'll charge you 200 for all four. Consider the rest a small discount to celebrate the impending good news that we, the Paynes, will be sharing with everyone." Her words left me feeling rather uncomfortable. Although I had done all of my laundry business here for some time now, I was still aware of the actual market rate. Even the long winter jackets and branded cashmere coats wouldn't cost 55 dollars per item. ---- The old woman, Tom's mother, was clearly trying to con me. She took me for a fool with plenty of cash to spare. I was just about to refute her when I thought about Tom Payne, the owner of the laundromat. He was a single father who had been raising a kid alone for many years now. Now that he finally had the chance to get married again, I didn't want to cause any trouble for him. If anything, I could just wait until his mother left before I started doing my laundry here again. "Fine," I said. "Please give me a receipt. I'll come by in a few days to pick up my clothes." I took out my membership card and placed it on the counter. However, the old woman snorted and started scrutinizing me. "Here I was thinking you look like a respectable young woman, but it turns out you're a cheapskate. That explains why you don't even like washing your Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!