Two red-haired troublemakers stood with blank expressions, holding the broomsticks they had just been using as mounts, and meticulously swept up the vibrant green "fresh fallen leaves" in the courtyard.
"Clean up your own messes. I'm just glad you two didn't start a fight on the ground this time. At least I don't have to repair the courtyard."
Zhurong casually reached out and ruffled Kohaku's little head.
Chapter 117