Cen Bianxiu didn't dare to complain about Lord An, so he vented his anger on Xiao Liulang, who always seemed to be the target of others' schemes.
Xiao Liulang, unbothered, picked up a broom and went to clean the West Study Room.
The West Study Room was larger and more disordered than the East Study Room, so he started by straightening the bookshelves and cabinets.
His body was much stronger now than a year ago. If he was still as weak as when he fainted from hunger by the roadside, he probably wouldn't have been able to move these shelves.
The young man gave off an irresistible masculine vitality. His sleeves casually rolled up revealed solid muscles on his forearms with clear lines. Sweat trickled down his chiseled jaw.
Lord An, taking a break outside, absent-mindedly glanced towards the window of the West Study Room.
Even for a man like him, the sight was near blinding.
