"The tools you need are all in the storage room." No sooner had An Ruoxue stepped downstairs than Rong Che began assigning her tasks like some grand master.
"Heh." An Ruoxue looked at Rong Che, who sat on the sofa with the high-and-mighty air of a lord, her large, watery eyes blinking. Her cherry-red lips twitched. "Understood. I'll go to the storage room and find the tools right now."
An Ruoxue gritted her pearly white teeth, squeezing the words out from between them, each syllable laced with profound resentment.
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