Chapter 673 The Young Lady and the Repairman (3)

This old manor certainly has many small problems.

But He Mian checked the living room and did not find any moisture problems.

Bai Yao pointed to the ceiling and said, "I saw water droplets on the floor last time. They must have fallen from this direction."

She usually had no interest in the supervisor, but now, after changing into a red dress and filling her belly with a box of yogurt, she watched him work with interest.

He Mian could only ask, "Can I go upstairs and take a look?"

Bai Yao nodded, "Sure."

She walked in front, went up the stairs, and led the way for him.

He Mian followed behind her, always with his eyes slightly lowered, and never raised his head to take another look.

Bai Yao turned around and glanced at him.

The boy was so serious that people wanted to break his rigid restraint into pieces.

She stopped in front of a door with a smile on her face, "From the position seen from downstairs, it should be the floor of my house that has a problem."

Bai Yao opened the door.

The girl's room was well tidied, with large patches of pink in sight. The pink dolls piled on the princess bed looked very soft and must be very comfortable to hug.

The pajamas she had changed out of before were still casually placed on the bed. The sunlight from the window poured in, and the textured silk seemed to be shiny white.

Bai Yao turned around and looked at him, "Aren't you going to come in?"

He Mian withdrew his gaze restrainedly and stepped into the room.

Bai Yao stood in the room, stroking his chin and thinking, "Where in my room is the water drop falling?"

He pointed in a direction, "It should be there."

There was a closet there, a large closet that took up almost the entire wall and could hold a lot of things.

Bai Yao asked him, "Do you want to open the closet and take a look?"

He said, "If it's inconvenient for Miss Bai..."

"It's convenient." Bai Yao walked over and directly opened the door of the closet. There were clothes hanging or neatly stacked inside, colorful and striking people's eyes.

She liked bright and beautiful colors. There was not even a black piece of clothing in the rainbow-style closet.

He Mian was afraid that he had seen something he shouldn't have. He didn't dare to look around. He just stared at the small spot in the corner of the closet. He walked over and squatted down. "There are signs of dampness here."

Bai Yao came over, bent beside him, and asked: "Where?"

He Mian stretched out his hand, and dared to use his fingers to gently brush the hanging skirt. The comfortable fabric rubbed against the skin of his fingertips, and he seemed to touch another existence.

The boy lowered his head and said: "The wooden board here is damp."

Bai Yao leaned forward a little, and his falling hair slid across his strong and powerful forearms. The moment the black and wheat colors touched, the latter involuntarily tensed up, revealing the lines of hidden power.

Bai Yao saw the wet spot in the corner, and there was also a faint mold spot. She frowned in surprise, "I remember that the closet was carefully cleaned before the clothes were put in, and there was no problem of moisture here. How come it has a problem now?"

He Mian withdrew his hand, stood up, and took two steps back. "The climate here is humid, and it has been rainy for some time. Maybe it's because of the moisture that the problem occurred."

"Then can you help me solve it?" Bai Yao stood up straight, her eyes fell on his face, she said distressedly: "If this continues, my clothes will also be dirty."

He said: "You can clean up the mold first, and then do moisture-proof isolation."

Bai Yao's eyebrows curved, raised the corners of his lips, and his tone was light, "Then you can help me deal with the mold here first, and you can slow down the work outside. If there is always a problem with the closet, I have nowhere to put my clothes."

"Of course." Bai Yao added, "I will pay you according to the market price."

He Mian nodded, "Yes."

Bai Yao called Aunt Fang, and they took out the clothes in the closet together and temporarily put them somewhere else to make room for He Mian to deal with the mold.

He Mian stood aside and watched the two women busying themselves. He was not in a position to help. It was not appropriate for him to touch the girls' clothes more than once, not to mention that he had met employers who hated their personal belongings being touched before.

At lunch time, Bai Yao sat in the restaurant to eat.

Aunt Fang poured a bowl of soup for Bai Yao and said, "Miss Bai, why don't I go upstairs to supervise the work."

After all, that was Bai Yao's room, so He Mian was left there. It wasn't that Aunt Fang was worried that He Mian would be messy, but she was afraid that Bai Yao would lose something, and He Mian wouldn't be able to explain it.

Aunt Fang said she was going to supervise the work, so that Bai Yao, the employer, would feel comfortable, but in fact, she was also helping He Mian.

Bai Yao smiled and said, "Okay."

Aunt Fang breathed a sigh of relief, she went upstairs and entered the room.

He Mian was still squatting in the closet. The mold here was indeed surprising. He didn't even believe what he had just explained, but since he had accepted the job, he had to complete it seriously.

Aunt Fang said: "He Mian, you haven't eaten yet, have you?"

He Mian replied: "I brought food with me, I will go eat when I have time."

Aunt Fang took out a piece of bread she baked this morning, "Eat it first to fill your stomach, you always eat irregularly, be careful not to get a stomach disease."

He Mian looked at the bread and didn't reach out to take it.

Aunt Fang whispered: "Miss Bai doesn't know, don't worry."

Did she really not know?

Aunt Fang knew that He Mian was a very nervous child, so she stuffed the bread wrapped in the bag into his hand neatly, "Hurry up and eat, you are still growing at such a young age."

He Mian just became an adult not long ago, and he was much taller than his peers. Aunt Fang said that he could still grow, which was indeed overestimating him.

Aunt Fang and her husband had no children of their own. She had sympathy for He Mian, who had suffered from the hardships of life.

He Mian took off his working gloves, sat on the wooden board, bit a piece of bread silently, and said, "Thank you."

Aunt Fang smiled and said, "It's just a small thing, why are you being so polite?"

She added: "After you finish your work here, you'd better not come to this manor. There must be a reason for those horrible rumors. Mr. and Mrs. Bai are upright and are not afraid of these rumors, but I think it's better to believe it than not. We are old and have no choice but to make a living. You are still young and have a long future. You will definitely be able to make it."

He Mian hummed softly.

Like many locals, he didn't like this manor.

Aunt Fang was also muttering, "It's really strange. When I was cleaning the bathroom before, I didn't see the cabinet getting damp. How come it suddenly got damp?"