With a wave, she solemnly placed a whisk and broom into Luo Binghe’s hands. “Shijie understands. Here.” Silence. “Don’t take offense, A-Luo,” Ning Yingying said sincerely. “You invariably want to clean Shizun’s Bamboo House by yourself, I know that. But the two of you were gone for a long time, so Da-shixiong and I could only get started on it ourselves. However, since you’ve returned, I’ll leave it to you. Shijie won’t compete with you for chores. When it comes to this, Shijie still understands.” Like fuck you do!
