Grandma was displeased and could not help herself by saying, "Since it's locked up, there's no need to clean it. You're a clerk, not a cleaner."
"Grandma," Shen Hanxing's voice was calm and emotionless. She interrupted her grandma's unfinished sentence and shook her head gently. Thus, grandma suppressed the anger in her heart and swallowed the rest of her words.
Qiao Xi was either nervous, or on high alert, so she didn't notice her grandma's strange behavior. Her hands were clasped, and her fingers moved around unconsciously, twisting into a knot. Her eyes were fixed on the ground in front of her. Her voice was deliberately high-spirited and cheerful, a little harsh. "It's fine. We always clean up the space. I'm also grateful to Mrs. Ji for giving me this opportunity. I also want to do more for the foundation. I'm happy to do the cleanings."
