"Are you hurt anywhere?"
Zhao Xiao shook her head, "No."
"That's good. You can leave; I'll take care of this."
Zhao Xiao looked resentful.
"Don't look at me like that. If you can't do it, then don't. Okay?" Ye Tianjing was a bit angry.
He wasn't fully awake, so naturally, he was a bit grumpy.
"I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to." Zhao Xiao apologized.
"Go sit outside," Ye Tianjing didn't want to look at her anymore and turned to leave.
Ten minutes later, Ye Tianjing washed his face, changed clothes, and came out.
No longer looking half-asleep, in his white shirt and black pants, he looked more like an elite.
He rolled up his sleeves and headed to the kitchen.
Zhao Xiao sat on the sofa, her back straight, constantly glancing towards the kitchen.
Ye Tianjing first picked up the pot from the floor, then cleaned up the garbage on the ground.
Finally, he poured out the unidentified liquid from the rice cooker.
He cleaned the rice cooker and pot one by one.
