"Did you succeed?"

"Well, I saw him drink it myself."

Song Rushuang breathed a sigh of relief:

"That's good, luckily we weren't discovered."

"Miss Xiaoqi, if you are ready, you can leave tonight."

"Uncle Zhang, I'll leave everything here to you."

After a pause, Song Rushuang thought of the most important thing.

"By the way, don't let the little girl in this room leave before I come back."

"Well, don't worry, I will definitely take good care of her."

For now, the only person Song Rushuang can trust is Lao Zhang.

Even if she had concerns, this was not the time to worry about whether to entrust her with the important task.

…

Song Rushuang mixed in with the people who went out to buy things, and then returned to the Gao family together.

As a member of the external cleaning staff, Song Rushuang wore a sun hat with a covered brim on her head, which, to a certain extent, greatly helped her hide her identity.

This cleaning is impossible to maintain.

Song Rushuang had never felt so grateful as she did now.

Fortunately, I have been asleep for twelve years, and my memories of my childhood are as clear as if it were yesterday.

It is precisely for this reason that Song Rushuang has such a vivid memory of the internal structure of the Gao family, just like when she was a child.

The time she spent cleaning up was always closer than the last.

Just when we were about to break through to the inner house, we were told that there were special people responsible for cleaning the inner house.

Song Rushuang was silent for a moment.

Of course, she couldn't give up at this time.

"Is there no way I can go into the inner house to clean it?"

Song Rushuang was really a little curious. Was there no way to compromise?

When others heard Song Rushuang's words, they naturally thought that she was so young and must be trying to climb to a higher position.

The manager then persuaded Song Rushuang not to have such unrealistic thoughts.

"Xiaoxia, we are just ordinary people. Tell me, we have no looks and no family background. How could the young master fall for people like us?"

Song Rushuang was stunned for a moment and subconsciously wanted to explain something.

For example, she really had no interest in Gao Mingzhi.

But Song Rushuang changed her mind and felt that it was actually a good thing that everyone had such a misunderstanding.

Although it was unlucky to be misunderstood as having some feelings towards Gao Mingzhi, at least it would prevent them from realizing that he was actually coming for the old man.

If you think deeply, this is actually a very hidden layer of protective color.

In a flash, Song Rushuang had made up her mind, so she didn't react too much to this sentence.

"People go to higher places, and water flows to lower places. This is an eternal truth. It is naturally the same for me. Please do me a favor and let me enter the inner house. Maybe the young master will like my type of person."

"Feng Xia, you won't turn back until you hit the wall."

Song Rushuang smiled apologetically and responded shamelessly:

"I haven't hit a wall yet. You have to give me a chance and let me try."

As soon as she finished saying this, Song Rushuang got goosebumps all over her body.

To be honest, if I wasn't acting and had a strong sense of my own, I really wouldn't have such a strong sense of conviction and say such shameless remarks.

This seems to be no different from taking the initiative to pay for something.

The cleaning director's meaning was obvious. Although he said it in a tactful way, the main point was to tell Song Rushuang that he knew what kind of person Gao Mingzhi was. He was a well-known playboy. Without a family background, it would be easy for him to play with her and dump her.

No matter what, a normal person would definitely want to retreat when hearing such words.

But what Song Rushuang said just now probably meant that she knew Gao Mingzhi was not a good person, but she still wanted to get close to him and be played with by him.

As long as you don't give up until you reach the Yellow River and are not targeted maliciously, you will feel that you must be special.

The Minister of Cleaning has actually seen many people like this.

But she is the first one like Song Rushuang who can face her own desires and say what she wants without any scruples.

Time passed by minute by minute. Facing Song Rushuang's expectant eyes, the cleaning director slowly exhaled, feeling defeated by her.

"I'm afraid I may not be able to help you."

The cleaning minister is just a cleaning minister. Her authority is limited and she cannot do whatever she wants.

The reason why Song Rushuang put forward her vision in front of her was because she was Feng Xia's cousin whom she had never met.

Relying on this relationship, Song Rushuang thought that she would probably not reject her too directly.

As long as it wasn't a direct rejection, Song Rushuang felt there was still room for maneuver.

She does what she thinks.

As it turned out, it was just as Song Rushuang had expected.

She really is willing to help herself.

This is also the goal that Song Rushuang has always insisted on.

"Let's agree in advance that I will send you to the inner house to clean up, but what to do next is up to you."

Ultimately, it wasn't that she didn't want to help.

But, these are the only things she can do.

Since Song Rushuang wants to climb up the social ladder, she can only rely on her own efforts.

Song Rushuang couldn't be more satisfied with the situation.

She waved her hands repeatedly, then said quickly:

"Yeah, that's the best. Thank you, auntie, for taking the trouble to help me."

The cleaning director glanced at the satisfied Song Rushuang and said helplessly:

"It's good that you have your own ideas. If you are really capable, I hope you can carve out a world of your own. Otherwise, it would be a waste of such a pretty face of yours."

The reason why she agreed was naturally because her cousin, whom she had never met, was indeed beautiful.

At the same time, she also had her own selfish thoughts in her heart.

If Song Rushuang can establish a relationship with the young master of her family, then how far will her path to promotion be?

At first, I hadn't figured out what to say, but Song Rushuang took the initiative to bring it up.

It coincides with her idea.

Therefore, Song Rushuang didn't seem to beg much, but the cleaning director had already decided to agree.

Song Rushuang had no idea what she was thinking.

In fact, as long as the result is what Song Rushuang expects, no matter how the process goes, what her thoughts and selfish motives are, these have nothing to do with Song Rushuang. After all, she is not the real Feng Xia.

With the help of her aunt, Song Rushuang entered the inner house that afternoon.

Of course, even if he entered the inner house, he would just be a cleaning staff.