Shang Haohao watched a cleaning cart parked at the entrance of the child's playroom.
It should be ready since the maid came earlier.
Feeling helpless, Shang Haohao first cleaned the playroom, tidied up her son's toys, and placed them in the storage box.
The room was already very clean; there was nothing much to clean.
Next, Shang Haohao cleaned the study across the hall.
Before opening the study door, Shang Haohao suddenly remembered the butler's warning.
"You mustn't touch anything in this study; simply dust it. If you move or damage anything you shouldn't, you can't afford to pay with your life."
With that thought, Shang Haohao nervously picked up a pair of white gloves hanging from the cleaning cart and put them on, just in case she touched something—to avoid leaving fingerprints.
Shang Haohao cautiously twisted open the door.
As the door swung open, Shang Haohao was stunned by what lay before her eyes.
Was this a study? It was like a museum.
