'If Miss Witch is here, why doesn't she come to the classroom?'
Zhao Yun frowned. The boy tapped his bangle again and wondered in silence. He couldn't do anything until his uncle came, after all.
'Let's just wait until my uncle comes and gets me. That way, I can find Miss Witch. I have a bad feeling about this…'
While Zhao Yun was wondering why Lai Jiayi went to the backyard, the girl herself was facing an unbelievable situation right now.
In front of her was a pile of laundry. The stack was so tall that it was as tall as Lai Jiayi's body.
"What...is this?" Lai Jiayi wobbled. She looked at the teacher in a ponytail with teary eyes.
"This is what you have to do. Wash all these clothes by hand. Don't use a machine." The teacher snorted. "Our machine is broken." She added.
