C211 Sweep Yard

"Luo Ying, are you going to let me help you up?" Ye Shaoyi waved the wooden stick in her hand, looking at Luo Ying.

Luo Ying knew Ye Shaoyi was an unsympathetic woman, so she had to get up from the ground, pucker her mouth and wring her wet sleeves.

Ye Shaoyi looked at Luo Ying's comical appearance and smiled contemptuously.

"Luo Ying, clean up the attic."

Luo Ying nodded