Nian Shutong watched a man in a panic, rushing from the main gate into the outer courtyard and screaming as he ran into the inner courtyard.
What could have gone wrong?
She was somewhat curious.
Nian Shutong, sweeping the floor, started moving her spot, her sweeping motions large and sweeping, stirring up a bit of dust.
"Cough cough—can you even sweep?" The middle-aged woman, who had brought them to the Chi Family, appeared in time, strode forward, and snatched the broom from Nian Shutong's hands.
Nian Shutong behaved as if she had made a mistake, bowing her head and bending her waist.
"You're supposed to sweep the floor, really... Go fetch some water."
The middle-aged woman pointed in a direction, her face showing impatience, "If you can't do it right, don't bother coming next time."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll go fetch the water right now."
