They Are the Treasure of Civilization

By the time Lu Zhou returned home, the sky was already dark.

He returned to his long-separated house. The moment he opened his door, the dust coming onto his face made him sneeze.

"I knew I should have asked a housekeeping company to clean it regularly." Lu Zhou waved his hand around his nose and looked at the dusty doorway.

Maybe I should sleep at a hotel for tonight?

Lu Zhou thought about it for a bit and decided not to.

With the time it would take for him to get to the hotel, he would have been able to clean his bedroom.

Holding a broom and rag in his hand, he spent around an hour cleaning his bedroom and study room.

Lu Zhou leaned the broom against the wall and looked at his newly-cleaned study room. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and had a satisfied smile on his face.

"Next, there's only one thing to do."

He planned to finish his work for today before sleeping.