The Zhou family rented a house in the suburbs, where Lin Yanqiu squatted on the floor, rubbing away the stains on the cement ground bit by bit, Liang Xiaohong was in charge of the stairs, Zhou Huakang and Zhou Xikang took care of the windows, Zhou Gangping and Zhou Shanping were responsible for washing the rags... In the middle of the house, stood a woman around fifty years old, with thick brows, small eyes, and short hair that reached her ears, dressed in a dark blue velveteen suit. She looked around like a supervisor; she was Qin Xiangyi.
Her gaze settled on the spot Lin Yanqiu had just wiped. There, a thumb-sized stain remained. Qin Xiangyi stepped forward, her foot on the rag, incidentally stepping on one of Lin Yanqiu's hands, "If this were your own house, would you be so careless?"
