"Good, very good, Ning Fan, this female disciple of yours, while I can't see anything else, she certainly has a sharp tongue. It seems you've got all you need with her around; Xu Yourong and I shouldn't have come today. Let's go, Yourong."
Su Qingcheng's almond-shaped eyes brimmed with resentment as she said this, pulling Xu Yourong towards the exit.
"Hey, Qing Cheng, don't be mad."
Xu Yourong hastily held on to Su Qingcheng, then turned to Ning Fan and said, "Ning Fan, please try to soothe Qing Cheng. She just personally cleaned your new house."
Upon hearing this, Ning Fan looked around and noticed that the house was indeed much cleaner than it had been during the day. Not only had the floor been swept, but the furniture and windows had been wiped clean as well.
"Uh, Miss Xu, did you and Miss Su clean up?" Ning Fan asked in surprise.
"Yes, how is it? Not bad, right?" Xu Yourong said with a hint of pride.