As dawn broke, Qingbo knocked on Shengxuan's door.

"Young Master, it's almost time! Get up!"

Sheng Xuan opened the door with messy hair, yawning and muttering, "Wait for me a bit."

As Qingbo watched his back as he quickly washed up, he couldn't help but feel heartbroken.

For half a month in a row, every morning before dawn, the young master had to get up and sweep the streets.

Fortunately, today is the last day.

After quickly washing up, Sheng Xuan put on a light jacket and rushed out with his tall and handsome figure.

"Alright, let's go!"

Uncle Qing brought over two large steamed buns and a cup of hot soy milk, handed them to him, and then got into the driver's seat and started the car.

Sheng Xuan sat in the back seat, eating heartily.

Qingbo raised his eyes and glanced at him in the rearview mirror.

“Young Master, Miss Lin came again yesterday afternoon, but I only told her you weren’t here.”

Sheng Xuan's expression darkened slightly. He took a sip of soy milk, but found it too hot, so he had to put it down.

"Ignore her!"

That woman is getting more and more outrageous. She secretly posted on Weibo asking Ning Lang for "Purple Cloud Sea" without his knowledge, and she said such nasty things—she's really sick!

He said something harsh to her, and she started sobbing, looking like she had suffered a great injustice.

He didn't want to be misunderstood as abusing a woman, so he simply turned and left.

I really don't want to see her—at least, not right now.

Uncle Qing responded with a "Yes" and continued driving slowly.

Sheng Xuan frowned, eating absentmindedly with unfocused eyes, and the carriage remained quiet for a long time.

Suddenly, he spoke up: "Uncle Qing, do you think women are very fickle?"

"Huh? What?" Uncle Qing was completely confused.

Sheng Xuan felt awkward and stammered, "I feel like some women seem to change... Sometimes when I'm with her, it feels wonderful and beautiful. But sometimes I feel like she's not the same person, like she's a completely different person. In real life, I don't feel that same person at all."

Uncle Qing was full of questions and shook his head blankly.

"What...what feeling? That person? Young master, tell me slowly."

Sheng Xuan irritably flung his hand away and said in a low voice, "It's nothing."

He himself didn't even know what he was saying, so how could he expect an old man to understand him?

Perhaps it was because that night felt so wonderful that she seemed so ordinary in comparison.

No, it's not just ordinary, it just doesn't have that feeling!

Uncle Qing stopped the car and said gently, "Young Master, we've arrived."

Sheng Xuan slammed the car door shut and strode towards the middle-aged women who were engrossed in sweeping the floor.

Uncle Qing couldn't help but smile with satisfaction as he watched him wave and greet them, chatting and laughing.

The young master was arrogant and domineering since childhood, but he always treated the elderly very well.

If only the old master were still alive... Sigh!

Uncle Qing's eyes reddened for a moment, but he quickly calmed himself down and slowly drove away.

Sheng Xuan swept the floor with lightning speed, and in just over ten days, he went from a complete novice to a master sweeper.

Born with a silver spoon in his mouth, the eldest son of the Sheng family had servants to take care of his every need in his childhood. It wasn't until he came to live with his grandfather that he began to clumsily learn to dress and bathe himself.

However, this was the first time he had done such rough work himself.

I used to think that housework was simple, but I realized it wasn't so easy until I did it myself!

Sheng Xuan held the large broom, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

Just then, the sound of a car whizzing by came from not far away. It quickly circled the intersection and sped up to his side!

He abruptly turned his handsome face and was startled by the sudden surge of murderous intent!