Yu Qiao Qiao was there wiping the table with a wet wipe. A thin layer of sweat had already spread across her forehead.
Zhao Ying was like a detection dog, ceaselessly searching for things in the corners.
And Lu Man was sorting out the things Zhao Ying found, throwing trash into the garbage bin and arranging the useful items neatly.
For example, she placed cups under the coffee table, put the alarm clock on the TV cabinet, and positioned the vase at the corner of the table...
The three girls each took on their respective roles, and in just a short ten minutes, Chen Yan's living room was almost entirely transformed.
Chen Yan watched the scene before him with a touch of surprise.
Perhaps sensing Chen Yan's gaze, Lu Man lifted her head, glanced at him, and then silently signaled to Yu Qiao Qiao with her eyes.
Their tacit understanding was such that with just a look, Chen Yan understood what she meant: all this was organized by Yu Qiao Qiao.
