Wu Tian's anger stunned the proprietress. She hastily explained that this courtyard home by the sea was being sold on behalf of someone else and that she would only receive a commission if it sold. Normally, she didn't visit the property often, instead relying on an Auntie Wang to handle the cleaning.
"I think she's still here," the proprietress said. "Auntie Wang! Auntie Wang!"
Drawn by the calls, Auntie Wang emerged from the backyard.
"What's the matter, boss?"
Auntie Wang was a widow with no children. To avoid starvation, she had taken on various jobs as a nanny and an hourly cleaner. She had no Martial Arts Cultivation; she was just an ordinary person. Now in her fifties, the plump woman ran over, panting as she stood before the proprietress, asking what had happened.
"You're responsible for cleaning the kitchen. What's the deal with these bowls and chopsticks?" the proprietress demanded.
