Seeing Leng Mo's energetic and lively demeanor, Ji Jie sometimes misses her quiet self. But it seems that the current Leng Mo has a greater yearning for life. The Leng Mo of the past was so quiet that people thought she didn't exist. Little did they know that the current Leng Mo was once the kind of person who would never stand out in a crowd. Having died once, she cherishes this hard-won opportunity for rebirth even more.

Looking at the messy wardrobe, Ji Jie shook her head helplessly and had no choice but to help Leng Mo tidy it up. She then took out the dirty white tracksuit, put it in a bag, and planned to wash it for Leng Mo when she got home that night. Then she went to the living room.

After Leng Mo tidied herself up, she saw Ji Jie carrying her dirty white tracksuit. She quickly reached out to grab it, "Sister Ji, I can wash this myself. Actually, more than just this one is dirty. I plan to put it in the washing machine tonight when I get back!"

She had barely finished speaking when Ji Jie gave a cold laugh. "Heh! There are still some dirty ones. Leng Mo, Leng Mo, you used to be so clean you were practically a germaphobe. Look at you now, sigh! Which set of clothes haven't been washed yet? Go get them for me, I'm going to clean them up for you today!"

"Um... let me think!" Leng Mo glanced at Ji Jie sheepishly, only to be met with a snap of her fingers. "You don't even need to think about it? Hurry up and show it to me, or I'll have to resort to force!"

Leng Mo rubbed his forehead, which had been throbbing from the blow, and muttered, "Waaah, Sister Ji, you haven't even used force yet? Ah, don't hit me, I'll go get it right now!" Leng Mo looked at Ji Jie, raised his hand again, and dared not cause any more trouble. He quickly ran into the room, opened the wardrobe, took out the green and purple tracksuits, huddled them together, and went to the living room to hand them to Ji Jie.

Looking at the clothes crumpled up in a ball, Ji Jie felt as if a flock of crows had flown past her ear. She said irritably, "You, you, I don't even know what to say to you anymore. Go find me a big bag, I'm afraid I'll be embarrassed if the neighbors see me carrying it downstairs!"

"Oh, Sister Ji, you're not really going to throw these two outfits away, are you? They cost me a lot of money!"

"Nonsense, you're not going to throw them away? Keep them for the New Year? Look at your stingy face, didn't I already give you ten thousand? If you still want to wear these clothes, give me back my ten thousand!" Seeing Ji Jie raise his hand, Leng Mo chuckled and, like an obedient little dog, stretched out his paw and slowly pressed Ji Jie's hand down.

Season was amused by his antics, and sighed helplessly, "Alright, stop fooling around. Everything's ready, so let's head to the audition! Oh, and I brought the paper version of the script with me. We can study it on the way there so we don't have to cram at the last minute!"

“Okay, Sister Ji, I’ve got everything ready. Let’s go! I’ll take the tracksuit.” Leng Mo said, taking the tracksuit from Ji Jie’s hand and walking out first. Ji Jie followed her out the door. After Leng Mo locked the door, the two went downstairs. Leng Mo quickly took the tracksuit and put it in the donation box for donated clothes.

Seeing Leng Mo's actions, Ji Jie nodded in agreement. "Oh, I forgot, you can donate clothes you don't wear anymore. Here, why donate all the sportswear in your upstairs closet except for black and white!"