"Su Yanning! You've gone too far! Are you treating us like laborers?"
Yan Ning then lazily lifted her eyelids and gave her a cool glance:
"Letting you out here to stretch your muscles and make amends for your mistakes, you didn't do a good job..."
She drew out her words, her gaze lightly sweeping over Biyun and the whip in her hand.
Biyun immediately understood, and Yanning asked her to express her opinion.
She straightened her chest and put on a stern face.
He tried his best to look fierce and lashed the whip hard at the open space!
"Whoosh—snap!"
The whip tore through the air with a crisp crack!
The sound startled the three of them, causing them to shrink back.
Biyun stood with one hand on her hip and the other holding a whip.
He pointed sharply at the sweet potato basket and brush, glaring sternly at the three of them.
The meaning couldn't be clearer:
Sit down! Get to work! Now! Immediately!
Su Muyao's chest heaved violently as she glared hatefully at Yan Ning.
He glared at Biyun again.
But looking at the whip in Biyun's hand, a symbol of authority...
And there's that calm and collected figure on the recliner.
She gritted her teeth and sat heavily on the small stool, filled with resentment.
Grab a sweet potato covered in mud and push it into the water.
The water splashed high into the air.
The other two also sat down nervously and began to scrub.
The only sound left in the yard was the sound of washing sweet potatoes.
And there was Biyun's occasional warning cough.
Or tap the wooden bucket next to you lightly with the handle of a whip.
Remind them not to be lazy.
Su Muyao was so agitated while brushing that she splashed mud all over herself.
The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she became, as if the brush in her hand held a grudge against her.
He vigorously rubbed the sweet potato skin.
She suddenly looked up and growled at Biyun:
"What's a mute girl doing, pretending with a broken whip!"
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