Mo Shangjun helped Liang Zhiqiong with her room inspection from start to finish.
Then, under Liang Zhiqiong's watchful eyes, she slowly messed up all the items again.
Liang Zhiqiong stared at her in disbelief.
"It's your turn."
Returning to the disheveled bedding, Mo Shangjun pointed at the messy quilt.
Liang Zhiqiong looked at her as if she were insane.
To take such perfect room organization and deliberately spoil it, Mo Shangjun had indeed gone through with it.
Someone had completely forgotten that they themselves couldn't stand Mo Shangjun's neatly folded quilt and had wrecked it twice.
Mo Shangjun crossed her arms and looked back at her impassively.
It very much meant "if she doesn't tidy up, it doesn't matter to me."
Liang Zhiqiong gritted her teeth slightly, then strode over to the bed and started organizing the bedding.
