The two of them arrived at the third floor, and Zhou Xinyao pushed open the door of the bedroom closest to the stairwell corner, leaned in for a glance, "This room has already been cleaned, you can rest here."
Zhou Xinyao said with a smile, turning her head to walk down the corridor while calling out, "Aunt Xia, Aunt Xia!"
Xia Zhiqiu, who was cleaning the last bedroom's bathroom, hurried out upon hearing the call, "What's the matter?"
"We have guests at home, they're resting in the outside bedroom, if there's anything, please help take care of it," Zhou Xinyao said, looking down at the rag in her hand, "Actually, you don't need to be so thorough when you're cleaning, my mom just gets these sudden impulses, no one's been living here anyway, cleaning is just a waste, it's only going to collect dust again."
Xia Zhiqiu wiped the sweat from her forehead, and said with a smile, "This is all part of my job."
