Ouyang Hao was upset, and he certainly wouldn't let Lin Yixun have an easy time. He lay on the sofa, bored, playing a few rounds of mobile games, losing every single one.
Agitated, he threw his phone onto the sofa, pointed at the coffee table, and leisurely said, "Lin Yixun, you've been slacking off lately. Look how dirty the coffee table is!"
Lin Yixun stopped her actions, turned around with the mop, her small face all scrunched up, "Mr. Ouyang, I just cleaned the coffee table."
"Really?" Ouyang Hao extended his finger, wiped it forcefully on the coffee table, glancing at his fingertip, his brows furrowed into a knot, and he hummed, "I just wiped it casually and got a finger full of dust. Is this what you call cleaned? Lin Yixun, I hired you to clean my place, not to freeload."
"How could it be? Mr. Ouyang, I clearly just cleaned it." Lin Yixun stepped up to the coffee table and wiped it with her finger too, but her finger was clean, without any dust.
