"Starting from today, you go sweep the street." Shen Qingyi turned and walked towards the sofa, her voice without any emotion, "Just sweep the road in front of our Shen family ancestral hall. You can't even sweep the floor, right?"
Someone below couldn't help laughing, but quickly held it back.
I looked at her. To be honest, this woman is really good-looking. She is 1.7 Meters tall, wearing a neatly cut black suit skirt, and her hair is tied up to reveal her slender neck. That face was too cold, as if someone owed her hundreds of millions.
"Did you hear that?" She sat on the sofa, crossed her legs, and took the tea from the servant without even raising her head.
"I heard that." I said. The tone was so calm that I was a little surprised.
Maybe it's because I just traveled through time and haven't adapted to this physical situation yet. Or maybe I feel in my bones that just sweeping the floor is better than being pressed for rent by the landlord in a rental house.
Shen Qingyi raised his eyes and looked at me, probably not expecting me to agree so simply. She frowned and waved for me to get out.
I turned around and walked out, and met Zhao Mingxuan head-on.
