Just how good is the top floor?
Jiang Azi had been hiding on the top floor.
Huang Xiaoqiang has now also chosen the top floor.
Could it be because there's only a small attic on the top floor, providing a very private space?
With a puzzled look, Yan Jiu handed the list to Huang Xiaoqiang: "Go to these two places one by one, pick up the deceased, carry them to the morgue, and then hand over the rest of the work to Azi."
Huang Xiaoqiang immediately patted his chest and guaranteed it.
The task must be completed.
Yan Jiu pushed a bag of daily necessities to Huang Xiaoqiang's wife: "Before that, urge your husband to tidy up his appearance. These items will be deducted from his salary."
Huang Cuihua nodded emphatically.
His simple face was full of seriousness.
then.
She watched Huang Xiaoqiang wash up three times.
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Just as Yan Jiu was asking Jiang Azi about her past.
A young man, with a simple and honest demeanor yet exuding a heroic air, came down from upstairs. He was wearing a T-shirt with a plum blossom Q printed on it and work pants.
Jiang Azi asked in surprise, "Who are you?"
Huang Xiaoqiang was uncomfortable with his new clothes. He scratched his head in a lack of confidence and said, "It's me, Huang Xiaoqiang."
The familiar voice made Jiang Azi suspect that he was a ghost.
She rubbed her eyes.
It floated to Huang Xiaoqiang's side and checked repeatedly.
I can't help but sigh.
really.
There's a reason behind the saying "clothes make the man, and a saddle makes the horse."
Without his beard and after a thorough grooming, Huang Xiaoqiang exuded youthful energy and handsomeness.
He has completely shed his image as a slovenly middle-aged man.
They are completely different people.
soon.
Huang Xiaoqiang's thoughts were suddenly disrupted, simply because four little weasels had taken over his shoulders and arms.
The four kids and one adult haven't even gotten tired of each other yet.
He was then forced to listen to Huang Cuihua's lecture.
Ultimately, it turned into a comical scene where Huang Xiaoqiang buried himself in his work while the four little ones stood there with their heads down as punishment.
Jiang Azi looked on with envy.
She seemed dazed.
Home is where family is.
Unfortunately... she has no family left.
Just then.
It was as if Yan Jiu, who seemed to have grown onto the sofa, had finally spoken.
She scrolled through several pictures on the tablet.
Without looking up, Yan Jiu said to Jiang Azi, "How about these few Gothic Lolita outfits? I'll burn them for you."
Jiang Azi's tearful eyes suddenly lit up with a smile.
Who says she has no family?
She does!
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