"Oh my god!"
Su Yue slapped his thigh, immediately catching on.
"You're just talking nonsense, young man. I'm already in my fifties. Others say I look like I'm forty, but here you are saying I don't even look thirty. You're just full of nonsense."
Although the cleaning lady was complaining about Su Yue, the wild joy in her eyes betrayed her little vanity.
"Who said you look forty? That's utter nonsense, pure jealousy!
"People like that should be condemned by society. They need to apologize for sprouting such nonsense."
Su Yue was filled with righteous indignation.
"Young man, just for your courage to speak the truth, you can steal whichever mop you want from here. I'll be your lookout!"
The cleaning lady waved her hand grandly, looking indescribably heroic.
"Ma'am, I'm just borrowing it.
"Which of your mops is the wettest, stickiest, and has the most pungent smell?"
There was a row of mops in the room—some dry, some wet, and some halfway in between.
