Even sweeping the floor was no exception. Hong Wenbin held a broom, while Bai Lin also clutched a broom. Each swept a designated area, not too far yet not too close to each other.
Seeing Hong Wenbin's helpless expression, along with Liu Yi, who was quietly sitting under the eaves cracking sunflower seeds, Bai Lin's fair and delicate face flushed red, a hint of anger in his eyes.
This person, this person, this person... was truly unreasonable! Bossing people around was one thing, but continuously creating trash was another, Bai Lin fumed. However, since Hong Wenbin addressed Liu Yi as "Sir" out of respect, Bai Lin, although slightly annoyed, dared not complain openly.
But someone was much more direct than Bai Lin.
"Clang—!" Suddenly, a long sword was drawn from its sheath, and the stern-faced man charged emotionlessly toward Liu Yi.
