"Yo, you're busy, huh? Not bad, keep up the good work!"
Having just returned to his own courtyard and entered the bank building, Lu Ping'an saw a familiar figure.
A light silver "cleaning robot" was holding a mop, slowly mopping the floor in the hall.
"...Lu Ping'an!"
The synthesized voice, squeezed out between teeth, was filled with hatred in every word.
"Release me, or I'll kill..."
As soon as they met, the light silver mechanical-humanoid dressed as a maid began to threaten, but before she could finish...
"Ahem."
A light cough came from behind, and Fang Wen instantly stiffened.
Her face full of terror and unease, her body trembling, the mop falling to the ground.
Chris, who had lowered her eyes, had somehow come down the stairs.
She was still dressed as a nun, but was even more dignified than when she was alone.
Suddenly appearing in the hall, she looked at Fang Wen's back and slowly said,
