Xu Wendong, filled with curiosity, found a black robe, put it on, and tiptoed out of the bedroom.
As he pushed open the bedroom door, he was greeted by a series of crisp sounds coming from outside, as if someone was tidying up dishes.
Upon reaching the first floor, Xu Wendong spotted a familiar figure.
She was wearing a black work outfit, an apron tied around her front, and was diligently tidying up the mess on the dining table.
"Xiaoyu, what are you doing here?"
Seeing his middle school classmate, Nie Xiaoyu, Xu Wendong couldn't help but ask.
"When did you come back?" Nie Xiaoyu's eyes were full of joy.
"Not too long ago," Xu Wendong walked over to the dining table to help tidy up and then asked, "You haven't answered my earlier question. Weren't you going to school? Why are you working here?"
