Mr. Liang, see you next time

Jiang Xibao took out the last piece of clothing from the laundry bucket and hung it on the drying rack. He stretched his back.

Satisfied, he looked at his surroundings that had turned from chaotic to neat.

The windows were bright and clean, and even his mood became better.

As she untied her two ponytails, she walked into the house. The living room, which had been piled up with old things, had been cleaned by her skillful hands. Even the floor had revealed its original color.

Not to mention the deeply hidden tea table and other furniture, it could be said to have taken on a new look.

People would even believe it if he said it was new.

Only the heavens knew.

Jiang Xibao had collected nearly ten big bags of trash!

She couldn't forget the look of shock on the property management's face when Mr. Liang called them over to take it away!

The air was filled with the aroma of stewed beef.

It was stewed by Jiang Xibao a few hours ago.