After the leaders had entered, Qiao Jing realized there were more people behind them, and at a glance, there were at least ten of them.
And each of these ten or so people held a broom in their hands, expression severe as they approached the doorway of her room.
"Miss Qiao, we are the cleaning crew assigned to this task, may we begin the cleanup now?"
Qiao Jing paused, turned to look at Zhan Qipei standing behind her with a cell phone in his hand, and instantly understood.
She nodded.
"Yes."
The speed at which Zhan Qipei had arranged for the cleanup was quite fast.
It turned out that the reason Zhan Qipei didn't let her go outside was because of the things Fu Ming had prepared. She had just woken up and thought something serious had happened when she saw his dark expression.
But now, thinking about it, such matters indeed counted as serious in Zhan Qipei's eyes.
