"Go away, you're only six!" Cen Jin pushed him away irritably, then pulled the bed curtain closed, moving to the edge of the bed. "Do you have anything left to do? I'll help you."
"Almost done." Jiang Baizhou walked over, one hand in his pocket. "There's just some dust on the headboard. A quick vacuum should do it."
"Then put away all the vacuum cleaner attachments, don't leave them lying around. I'll put the pillowcases on."
After clarifying their tasks, Jiang Baizhou took the vacuum cleaner out of the room and hung it on the wall at the corner landing on the first floor to charge. As he started to go back upstairs, the lights suddenly went out with a 'pop,' his footsteps paused instantly, and he furrowed his brow, immediately thinking of Cen Jin and Miss Yu Hui. He instinctively reached for his pocket, only to remember he'd left his jacket—and phone—on the table while making the bed.
