Chen Yuan opened the door and saw Wang Zhilin, with her hair tied into two ponytails, wearing a loose-fitting, casual round-neck short-sleeved shirt, revealing her delicate and charming neck, looking somewhat cuter and different from usual.
"What's the matter?" Chen Yuan gently touched her head and asked kindly.
"Hey, Brother Chen, stop touching my head, I'm not a little kid anymore," Wang Zhilin gently slapped Chen Yuan's hand, frowning cutely.
"It's like this, I was wondering if Brother Chen had some free time. Could you help me move some stuff at school? It's my turn to clean the auditorium today, and just a few days ago we had a party, and there's too much stuff. I'm afraid I won't be able to handle it alone, and if I don't get it sorted out today, I'm worried it'll leave a bad impression on the teachers and affect my scholarship," Wang Zhilin said somewhat embarrassedly, then quickly added:
