Yue Feng's throat bobbed up and down, suppressing a certain restlessness within him.
The next second, Yue Feng's face suddenly fell.
"Your job is to clean, I cooperate with you in everything, what else do you need to clean?"
"..." Shang Haohao puffed her cheeks in anger, truly difficult to please.
His mood is good enough to consider anything?
He's never seen him in a good mood,
Shang Haohao thinks trying to cheer up Yue Feng is simply a pipe dream.
Shang Haohao bit her lower lip, holding back the impending anger, squatted down to pick up the half cigarette butt on the floor, then stood up, turned around and walked to the cleaning cart at the door, and threw it into the trash.
Just as Shang Haohao had thrown away the butt, suddenly there was a 'bang' sound of glass hitting the tea table behind her.
Startled, Shang Haohao instinctively turned to look.
