Early in the morning, a ray of sunlight filtering through the ventilation grate fell upon the spotless floor of the warehouse. Even under the Tyndall effect created by this beam of light, not a single speck of floating dust could be seen.
Liu Mingxi rubbed her throbbing temples, her eyes bloodshot and aching as she gazed at Zhou Ping, who was still meticulously mopping the open floor.
After a long while, she let out a slow sigh.
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