Jiang Yekou didn't dare to say much; before, he was like an ancestor, but now he was even more untouchable than an ancestor's ancestor. He didn't dare to provoke him.
He begrudgingly picked up a broom and a mop and then began to clean.
Lu Jing sat on the sofa and, when he was almost tired of playing, he stopped to watch the man.
Once, twice, three times—not a wooden person—couldn't keep from noticing.
"What's wrong? Is there a spot I didn't clean well?" he asked.
Lu Jing shrugged his shoulders,
"Nope, it's very clean."
He had to admit, the men from the unit were truly spotless when it came to cleaning.
This was something Lu Jing knew very well he couldn't achieve.
At most, he would just sweep and mop a bit.
But they, in the end, would even kneel on the floor and go over it again with a cloth.
It was said that they were specifically trained in this aspect when they first joined the unit.
Lu Jing coughed twice, thinking of something, and said,
